“Fun. You get anything sexy?” I ask, testing her right back. She lets out an awkward laugh. “Don’t you want to know what Aria got?” “Not even a little,” I tell her honestly. “I want to know what you got.” I’m pushing her. I know I am. But I don’t want to stop. I’m tired of playing every game by the rules. Of always being safe. Of chronically being the least emotionally engaged person in the room.
