“You’re actually the best thing about this whole misadventure,” I tell him, fighting my rising blush. “I am?” He cocks his head thoughtfully. “How so?” “You must know I enjoy talking to you.” “I did not know,” he says. “Until now.” The intensity of his gaze is alarming, and I half-want to bolt. The other half of me feels like an insect, drawn towards the brightness of it, of him.
