“The word for when artists depict light in a painting,” I responded. His brow rose. “Chiaroscuro.” “Of course you’d know that.” “Of course that’s what you’re thinking about right now.” He rolled his eyes. “Fine, what are you thinking about?” “You don’t actually want to know. You’re just asking because I asked.” “True, but now I want to know.” “I’m thinking about how you’ve stepped on my foot three times already.” “No, I haven’t.” I backed up anyway. He pulled me back in. “Maybe I lied.” He winked.
