Without hesitation, he lifts up my phone. "You don't have a pass code?" he asks as he begins to go through it.
"What are you doing?" I ask. I mean, it's not like I have anything to hide but Diana and I definitely have had more than one conversation about him. If he travels back far enough in our conversations, he'll stumble upon one thing or another.
"What are you trying to hide?" he asks with a smirk.
"Nothing, I just don't need you going through my stuff," I respond and he grins at me.
"I wonder what you're hiding, Orion," he says. "Is it in your pictures?" The only thing in my camera roll are pictures of assignments, funny screenshots, and any selfies that Diana took. "Your internet history?" he probes, waiting for a reaction. Recently, all I've looked up are definitions for my home
