“Maybe you just like to fight, Ari.” “Maybe.” Dante looked at me. He just kept looking at me. “You’re staring,” I said. “Can I tell you a secret, Ari?” “Can I stop you?” “You don’t like knowing my secrets.” “Sometimes your secrets scare me.” Dante laughed. “I wasn’t really kissing Daniel. In my head, I was kissing you.” I shrugged. “You got to get yourself a new head, Dante.” He looked a little sad. “Yeah. Guess so.”
