“So,” I said into her hair. “You like like me?” I felt her shake a little against my chest—laughing, I hope. “That’s what you took away from my little monologue?” “It stuck out,” I said. “Maybe because I haven’t heard anyone say that since I was fourteen.” “I don’t know why we leave it behind,” Collins said. “It’s a good descriptor.” “Is it true?” I asked. Collins was quiet for a few beats.
