Chapter Twenty-Seven
Zenny turns to me, her face frozen.
“What did you say?” she whispers.
I’m reaching for a handful of paper towels to wipe off the oil and…other things. “I said I love you. Now hold still for me, please.”
She bats my hand away before I can start trying to clean her. Her smile is gone, her eyes are wide, and her entire body is tensed—a frightened deer, ready to flee.
“You…love me?” She says it like I just confessed to f*****g microwaved melons in my spare time; her words are filled with horror and near-revulsion.
“Zenny.” But before I can think of anything else to say, before I can even get a handle on the blistering, wailing hole in my chest—the hole that she made—she keeps going.
“You said, when we started this, you said we wouldn’t fall in love!”
“Let me c
