“It’s because you’re too distracting. Go stand outside.” “Wha—” I sputter. “You go stand outside.” He walks in close to me. So close I can see how big his pupils are in the reflection from his phone. His free hand glides forward and lightly rests on my hip. I can hardly breathe. “I’m trying to sense good,” he says and I can’t help but watch his lips. “You are good. And unfortunately I seem a lot more interested in you than anything else in here. I don’t like that you’re upset. With me. So it’s hard for me to see past you and find what we’re looking for.”
