He tucks his hand under my chin and forces me to look at him. “I like knowing you’re obsessed with me.” I shove his shoulder with a laugh. “I’m not obsessed.” “That’s not how I interpreted it.” “It’s not my fault you lack the ability to analyze context clues.” “Except all my clues lead to one theory.” “What?” “That you’re falling in love with me.” My cheeks flame. “Shut up.”
