I stop abruptly when I see him smiling. My hands drop back down. “I’m sorry, is there something funny about this?” “No,” he says, but the corners of his lips tug higher, and I can’t tell if he’s mocking me or not. “Nothing.” I glare at him. “Tell me.” “I don’t—” “Tell me.” “Fine. It’s just cute that you’re so concerned, that’s all,” he says with a shrug.
