“You know, I am capable of being silent sometimes.” “Doesn’t mean I want you to be.” My comment is followed by a pause full of crackling tension. Lily’s gaze is hot on my face. “Why not?” “I’ve come to enjoy your rambling.” “Is this your discreet way of telling me you like the sound of my voice?” “Depends. Is this your discreet way of asking if I do?” She cracks a smile. It’s the first one I’ve seen all day from her, and it fills me with a relief I have no business feeling in the first place. “Maybe.”
