He leaned a little closer, his eyes all over my face. “Are you crying?” “NO,” I said loudly, but the tears betrayed me by falling from my eyes. “Oh, fuck—no.” He swallowed and said, “No, no—I’m sorry—I was just messing with you.” “It’s fine,” I said, sniffling. “I’m not crying.” “Yes, you are,” he said quietly, his eyes serious for once as they stayed focused on my face. “Please, please, stop.”
