Andrew Kelly

The way he’d sharpened himself into something cruel, to hide the fact that all he wanted was someplace soft to land.

The acting is so cringe, it’s giving me secondhand embarrassment.”

“So, your favorite kind of movie.”

“Exactly.”

It occurred to him then that he’d been doing everything wrong. Fencing with a foil, when she was using a sword.

It was a sunrise grin—slow and warm and bright. He looked absurdly, beatifically pleased with her response.

It was the exact opposite reaction she’d been going for.

Don’t smile at me, she ordered.

“Do you want to know what I think?” he asked, ignoring her. “I think you’re more interested in me than you’re willing to admit.”

Don’t flatter yourself. I keep my enemies close.

“That’s not it,” he said. “You like me.”