Brother Shaan speaks up. We must contest this line of questioning. We didn’t bring the kindred here so you could interrogate her.
He laces his fingers through mine and squeezes. Hard.Ouch, I complain.
That didn’t hurt.No it didn’t. He pauses. Did it?Brat. Jake brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles.
I gaze down at him, trying to make sense of this guy. He constantly shows me new sides of himself. It’s unnerving. I can’t believe how touchy you are.Touchy as in testy, or touchy as in I like to touch you?
The latter. I honestly didn’t expect you to be so cuddly. I purse my lips. I don’t think I like it.
We already talked about this, babe. You love it.Within two minutes of opening the app, I matched with about fifteen guys. And fourteen out of fifteen have already messaged me, an assortment of heyyy and hey sexy, a handful of heart-eyes emojis, and a holy shit are you real??
The last one brings a laugh to my throat. I peek at the guy’s profile again. His name is Aaron, he has the lean, lanky build of a basketball player, and a great smile. Rolling onto my side, I message him back.ME: Sometimes I wonder.
ME: I mean, what is real? Are any of us real? Is the sky real?HIM: The sky’s not real. Sorry to break it to you…