Play Me Like You Mean It
“But I can try. Around me, you don’t need to hold back. Tell me anything. Anytime. I won’t take offense. See me as a friend.”
I blinked, testing the waters. “Anything?”
“Anything,” he confirmed.
My curiosity got the better of me. “Then why do you like white so much? The walls, the cars, the couches… Sitting on your couch feels like a crime. Like I’ll leave a stain just by breathing.”
His head tilted back, laughter broke loose again. “You’re audacious. I’ll give you that. People notice my love for white, but no one’s ever asked me outright.”