“Did I hit the nail on the head or am I way off about what’s going on here between us?” Wide eyes move between mine, searching. “You don’t like me, Carter.” “I think I do, yeah.” She laughs, an exhausted, frustrated sound. “You can’t even say the words.” I swallow the tightness in my throat that feels a little bit like fear and try again. “I like you, Olivia.”
