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“I’m still not interested,” I remind him, an edge to my
voice.
“Yes, but let’s not forget that this”—he motions to his
battered face—“is not permanent.”
“Well, I’m permanently uninterested.” I want so badly to
tell him that I’m unavailable. I want to tell him that I’m in a
serious relationship. I want to tell him that Adam’s made me
promises.
But I can’t.
I have no idea what it means to be in a relationship. I don’t
know if saying “I love you” is code for “mutually exclusive,”
and I don’t know if Adam was serious when he told James I
was his girlfriend. Maybe it was an excuse, a cover, an easy
answer to an otherwise complicated question. I wish he
would say something to Kenji—I wish he would tell him that
we’re together officially, exclusively.
But he doesn’t.
And I don’t know why.
“I don’t think you should decide until the swelling goes
down,” Kenji continues matter-of-factly. “It’s only fair. I have
a pretty spectacular face.”
Adam chokes on a cough that I think was a laugh.
“You know, I could’ve sworn we used to be cool,” Kenji
says, leveling his gaze at Adam.
“I can’t remember why.”
Kenji bristles. “Is there something you want to say to me?”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Then why am I still here?”
“Because I trust her.”
Kenji turns to look at me. He manages a goofy smile. “Aw,
you trust me?”
“As long as I have a clear shot.” I tighten my hold on the
gun in my hand.
His grin is crooked. “I don’t know why, but I kind of like it
when you threaten me.”
“That’s because you’re an idiot.”