“Mia had mentioned her,” I answered. “And you care?” A crease of surprise spread across his forehead. “No, of—” “Don’t lie.” It was like my attempt at a groundstroke fell flat, underwhelming him. I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not ly—” “Are you jealous?” Blood rushed to my cheeks. “Why would I be jealous?” “Because I think you think about that night too,” he said quietly.
