“Anyway, this is Emmett—” “Her boyfriend,” I tack on, nodding. Cara throws me a look. “He’s not my—” “I am.” She pinches her nose. “Okay, not important right now.” “Mmm…” I tip my head side to side. “Pretty important.” “You’re so fucking annoying,” she says on a sigh, but it’s oddly…contented. She likes me annoying her. That’s good; I’m gonna be doing it for the rest of our lives.
