“Are you flirting with me, Miles?” I consider denying it. But Zoe is so honest, it demands the same from me. “Yes,” I say simply. “I definitely am.” “Do you think that’s a good idea?” “No. And I don’t give a fuck. I’m going to keep doing it, unless you tell me to stop.” I watch her face closely, to see her reaction to this. She considers. “I don’t want you to stop,” she says. “Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t going to.” She laughs.
