“Can I see your phone, then?” I bristle. “No. It’s private.” “Even from me? I’d let you see mine.” I don’t believe that for a minute. “So? I wouldn’t ask to see yours. Your phone is none of my business.” “I am your business.” He sits up, bringing our faces closer together. I slide off his lap immediately and insert a healthy amount of room between us. “Or I’m supposed to be.”
