“Calvin Fitzgerald.” “Jaymes Andrews.” I stuff my hands into my pockets but can’t hide my impish grin. She bites her lip, partially disguising her smile. “You are the most intense person I have ever known. But at the same time, you don’t have a serious bone in your body. That makes you an enigma. Most days, I can’t decide if you like me or can’t stand me.” Her lips turn into a pouty frown. I rest my hands next to hers on the edge of the counter. “I like you too much.”
