Why did you break that deliveryman’s hand when I was the one who snuck in? I was in the wrong. Why not dispose of me instead of hurting one of your own guys?” “Because.” With his eyes fixed on my mouth, his thumb glided across my bottom lip to wipe away excess juices from the gelatin. His deadpan face was softer than usual, a rare glimpse into an unguarded moment, as he said, “You’re the furthest thing from disposable.”
