Medusa

Elliot looked at the ground before running his fingers through the mess of hair on his head. I stared, waiting for what he was going to say. The more I watched him, the more I realized how nervous he appeared.

“The last few days without you kind of sucked,” his voice was low as our eyes met.

I couldn’t fight the laughter that bubbled out. Shaking my head, I smiled, “I missed you too.”

He relaxed, chuckling softly while shaking his head, “Just call me out like that.”

My laughter died down as I shrugged, “If you’re going to tell me a truth. Make it the truth. Deal?”

“Okay,” Elliot whispered softly, “Your turn.”

“Are we making this a game?”

“How about twenty-one questions?” Elliot raised a brow, watching my reaction. Before I could say anything, he read my mind, “I promise to be honest.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, nodding slowly, “What’s your favorite food?”

“Starting off cutthroat with that question I see,” Elliot winked, “A good burger does it for me. Extra pickles. Pepp