I turn to him, my hand sliding up his forearm to wrap around his elbow. “I don’t know yet.”
“Piper…” He sounds exasperated, but he always sounds that way when he's talking to me. I'm starting to think I might not exasperate him as much as he lets on.
I shift in front of him and draw close, arching my body against him so I can look up into his face. He keeps his eyes pinned above my head, focused on the wall behind me.
“Look at me.” I slide my hand up and cup his jaw. “Please.”
Slowly, he tilts his chin down. His blue eyes are silver in the dim light, and I want to take a dip below their surface. I want to know what is going on inside of his head.
“You said you were just pretending to want me,” I whisper.
His jaw clenches. He doesn’t say anything.
“Was that the truth?” I don’t know i
