“Can I ask you a question?” I ask. “Anything.” My cheeks heat before the words are even out of my mouth. “Are you, um… are you my boyfriend?” He raises his eyebrows, then a slow, crooked grin forms. “Do you want me to be?” “Depends. Now that the thrill of the chase is over, are you going to stop showing up places with cookies for me?” “Um, the chase was not thrilling.
