“Do you. . . see the future or some shit?” He looked to his right, his gaze darting around. I wasn’t even sure he was going to answer until he snapped his attention back on me. “No.” “No?” I raised my brows at him. “Then what is it? You really just get lucky?” His forehead crinkled. “No.” I sighed. He was difficult to talk to. “I’m really not,” he said, studying me. “Not what?” “Difficult to talk to.” I gaped at him for a moment. “You’re in my head right now, aren’t you?” I wanted to get to the bottom of whatever the fuck he was. “No. You’re in mine,”
