“C’mon, Rosalie,” he says. “I like stupid stuff.” I roll my eyes, but my expression quickly changes to a pleased smile, because as usual when I’m around him, I feel more at ease. “Okay.” I tuck my hair back again, nervous energy crawling up my spine, making me jittery in my seat as I lean forward. “Let’s say, hypothetically, that you were dating a girl for a few years.” He crosses his arms. “All right. Hypothetically, am I in love with this girl?” “Um, I think so?” “You think so? Sounds like something you should be certain about.”
