The Contract and What We Pretend To Be
I stated, trying to act calm,
“You could at least pretend to be cooler about it.”
“I am cool,” I said, trying to sound more believable, but I clearly couldn’t fool her.
“You’re clearly blushing.”
“Shut up, I am not,” I refused, but my voice immediately betrayed me, as it turned high-pitched, making her grin.
“You so are.”
I just shook my head in disbelief, as I turned my attention back to the field before she could say anymore, and there he was. Focused, confident, and completely in his element.
Bab Populer