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I groan. “So what if I was? It was a stupid teenage crush.”
“Crush, huh?” He grins, and it’s so carefree that I’m caught off guard.
“Why have you omitted the ‘stupid’ and ‘teenage’ part?”
“I didn’t hear anything aside from the wordcrush.” He slides the black mask over my eyes, letting the ribbons dangle on either side of my face.
All air is sucked from my lungs at the raw quality in his eyes. I might have been wrong before, because the storm in him won’t stop until it flips the sea in me over.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, scared of my own voice.
“Recalling memories.”
“Like…what?”
“Like how I’ll fuck you with this mask on when the illegal ban is over and you’ll scream my name like a little whore, not a femme fatale.”
“Stop it.” I push his hand away, mainly to control my reaction to his promises. “Let’s go watch something.”
“Not so fast.” He grabs me by the arm, his finger digging into it. “You never told me why you left that morning.”
“We were strangers, and you were kind of threatening. I saved my skin.”
“Bullshit. There’s something more to it.”
“It’s mainly because you were threatening and reminded me of my dad, but also…because I was scared of your reaction if you found out my actual age. I had to study for exams anyway, so….yeah, I thought the safest option was to leave.”
“Do I still remind you of your father?”
“No. You have antisocial tendencies, but you care. He’s a true psychopath who only values his own gain.” I pause. “What were you really planning to do that night?”
“Just some Devil Night’s arson.”
“Wow. I can’t believe a delinquent like you became a lawyer.”
“I only did that to use the law to my benefit. I’m innocent of any charges that would accuse me of upholding justice.”
I laugh. “You were the definition of a bad boy and a jock, huh?”
“Pretty much. Nate had to stop me from committing an actual crime since we were teens.”
“But he wasn’t a jock.”
“No. He thought it was a needless, self-serving type of violence.”
“Well, he isn’t wrong. Let me guess, the guy who wore the Joker’s costume that night was a jock, too.”
“You guessed correctly. He tried to have his parents report me for assault and battery after that night, but my father sewed their mouths shut with a few thousand bucks.”
“Fitting.”
“Not really. I could’ve sewn his mouth shut with my fist.”
“Brute.” I stare at where his thumb presses on my arm, unable to look him in the eye. “Did you keep anything from that night?”
“Aside from Gwen?”
I gaze up at him, my voice too low and vulnerable for my liking. “Aside from Gwen.”
