he dipped his face closer to mine, his fingers going to my wrist in the same way I had gone for his, but he didn’t move away or let go of me. Our eyes were locked on each other, staring, intense, as he said, “Tell me what his name is, and I won’t say another word about it.” Trip was even closer. Shit. I whispered his name. “Jeremy.” And then his last name as Trip’s voice reached us.
