“Do you think I suck?” he asked me, seriously, in a voice low enough for only me to hear. I snorted, about to open my mouth and say something really smart-ass, but his thumb dug deep, the pressure making me groan out a hoarse noise of holy shit, do it again. But somehow I managed to say, “No,” instead. “Then why would I care what someone else thinks?” he murmured, steady and confident.
