I don’t know where I got the courage to answer him, but I did.
"If I know why you’re here,” I said, “you also know why. We both know why I wasn’t picking up calls, and we both know why you’re here. There, case solved.”
“You think you’re smart like that, huh?”
I smiled, even though I was nervous and scared. “I kind of, um...” I answered back with a smile.
He let go of my chin as he took a step back, then started roaming around my room—touching things, peeking into my dresser, looking at my pictures. I got all red when he picked up the picture that was beside my bed—a picture of him. A picture I kissed before I went to sleep. A secret I was going to take to my grave.
He looked at the picture, then gave me a look that made me go even redder—if that was possible—before his eyes turned bac
