Restore Me (Shatter Me, #4)

by Tahereh Mafi

I would not hurt so much, or hate so much, if I did not care.

Once, while he was deeply immersed in some important paperwork at dinner, I put a cookie on a plate in front of him just to see what would happen. He glanced up at me, glanced back at his work, whispered a quiet thank you, and ate the cookie with a knife and fork.

Kenji’s eyes widen, surprised, and he laughs. He nods at my face and says, “Aw, you’ve got dimples. I didn’t know that. That’s cute.”

“We all have our secrets.” He looks up, looks me in the eye. It’s not pleasant. “You have any more secrets I should know about?” “None you should know about, no.”