He tilted my chin up to face him; his eyes darted over my face. “You’re right; you’re tired.” He dropped my chin, frowning slightly.
“No,” I said so fast, finally finding my voice. “No," I repeated firmer.
He raked his eyes over my face as if deciding whether that was true. I jutted my chin out, finding some semblance of confidence.
“Choose then.”
“You’re being stingy.” I crossed my arms.
“We don’t have much time; our parents are waiting for us upstairs.”
“Way to kill the mood,” I scoffed.
He grabbed my chin again, and I breathed in. “Choose. Then tomorrow, you can have them all in whatever order you want.”
“U-um d.ick?”
“You don’t sound too confident. That’s not like you,” he tutted. My eyes snapped to his.
I loved how he saw me, and I was starting to believe in that version
