My cheeks start to heat with anxiety. “You think they’ll ever find out?” I whisper. With tension still constricting his muscles, he draws me to his body and wraps his arm around my bony shoulder. “We’re good at keeping secrets,” he murmurs. “How is this one any different?”
the thing is, if you have to hide something, you know it's bad. SO.... (i WANT it to work out, but i just know it won't)
