fast and foolish.
And now he’s grinning too,
loving that he made it happen.
I should’ve walked away ten minutes ago,
and now I’m giving him my smile.
He points his chin at it. “See? Soulmates.”
“Soulmates?” Elle makes a gag noise.
“You arenotsoulmates.”
Andrew drifts closer to whisper,
“That’s exactly what a jealous girl would say right before we end up together.”
I look to Elle.
Then back to him.
He’s gotta be joking. Right?
But my chest’s doing weird shit,
and I don’t like it anymore.
If he keeps going, he’ll wake up my heart.
“Okay…” I feign laughter.
“Stop fuckin’ with me.”
It slips out all spine, no balls.
“Allison,” he murmurs, intimate .
“I’m not fuckin’ with you.
“I'm bein' real.”
Elle scoffs.“Real.”
He turns to her.
“Tell Allison I don’t fuck around like this.”
Silence.
It just crowds us.
And we just stand in the middle of it.
“Elle—c’mon. Be honest,” he says, all humor stripped away. “You ever see me like this before?”
Elle groans. “He doesn’t, okay? Doesn’t date, doesn’t chase, doesn’t flirt. Doesn’t talk to girls unless they’re bleeding out, askin’ for jumper cables, or crying. C’mon, you know the Harding's 8 Deadly Don’ts.”
