“Your eyelashes,” I say, deciding to tell him the truth. It’s not like his head can grow any larger. “The way the water clings to them is really pretty in this light.” Charlie faces me more fully, the cocksure expression evaporating. He frowns, searching my eyes. A thrill courses through me. I feel it in my ears, my fingers, my toes. It’s spiked with fear, like I’ve accepted a dare. “You’re different,” Charlie says. I will my voice to stay steady. “I’m not sure that’s a compliment.” “It’s not an insult. Just a fact. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”
