“So,” I started, looking out of the car’s window and onto the trees we passed. “What are we?”
“Humans?” he deadpanned, slowly transitioning back to his usual self.
Dumbass.
“I meant, are we . . . dating?” I said, the last word seeming to be stuck on my throat and I looked away, my ears red and my cheeks hot.
He chuckled at this. “No. We’re not.”
I turned to him with my eyebrows creased, confused again about his behavior.
Why is everything about him just seems to be perplexing in every sense of the word? Is he doing this on purpose just so he can mock about how simple-minded I am?
“What do you mean we’re not?” I asked. “You said—”
“You never answered,” he quickly said, cutting me off and took a quick turn.
“Well, then, yes I—”
“Nope. It’s long overdue. You’ve gone past the deadli
