Chapter 20

"So, you're seriously not gonna tell me about your Thanksgiving?" I ask.

Zack doesn't stop playing with my hair, which is splayed across his chest.

"Nope. And that's because I already told you there's nothing to tell."

I lift my head off his chest and lean up on my elbow so my face is over his.

"You've been in a sour mood since you got back yesterday and you really expect me to believe that? How dumb do you think I am?"

Zack stares at me deadpan for a few seconds before he replies. "On a scale of 1-10, I'd say eleven."

He laughs as I slap hard at his chest. "Hey! Take that back."

"I'd rather not."

He's good at changing the subject. Really good.

Feigning annoyance, I try to push away from his chest but he tightens an arm around me.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Away from you." I mutter. "You're so annoying."

"You could