“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice breathy. “Flustering you for a change,” he said. “Well, someone thinks highly of himself, doesn’t he,” I grumbled. “Tell me it’s one-sided, then.” He leaned down, so his head was near my ear. “Tell me it’s just me.” I was about to tell him just that. I was fine with lying—good at it, even—but when I opened my mouth nothing came out. “That’s what I thought.”
