“Great start to our first date,” I say. “It gets better—I hope.” “If you’re thinking what I’m thinking—” “Oh, I’m thinking what you’re thinking, but I’m also thinking about how nervous I am to read you one of my stories.” “The story is what I was thinking about. What else were you thinking about?” Orion looks into my eyes before he realizes I’m teasing. “I hate you.” “No, you don’t.” “No, I don’t.”
