“I hate her,” I whisper. “Like for real.” Dan laughs and leans his head toward me a bit. My smile is so tipsy wide that it could break my face. “You’re getting under her skin too, I think.” “Because she’s still in love with you and thinks we’re together?” I’m whispering because we shouldn’t be talking about this, but also because the softer my voice, the closer he has to lean into me to hear. “No, because you’re cool.”
