“No, I don’t think you are. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that’s because you’re falling in love with him,” Bryce says, her words taking an axe through the thoughts in my mind. I meet her waiting stare and smile. “I think you’re right.” “Oh shit,” Poppy breathes. “A good oh shit or a bad oh shit?” I ask. Bryce answers, nudging Poppy with her foot. “An incredible oh shit, right?” “Yeah. That.”
