“And you told me that we should date each other,” I point out. “I wasn’t being serious, Anthony.” He puts a forkful of food into his mouth, jaw working in irritation. “Weren’t you, Nico?” I know I can’t be the only one who feels this. It’s been a long time since anyone looked at me with the level of interest that he looks at me with. There is no way this is one-sided.
