Chapter 163

"Jesus, Ro." What was I supposed to say in the face of that?

Have the talk, the grown-up voice in my head insisted. Ask him why he regretted the kiss. I didn't recognize that voice at first because, well. And no way. I tugged at my neckline assuring myself the room still contained oxygen.

He brushed a curl behind my ear. "The night you did E with Samson," he said, "you called me 'Ro' for the first time. You haven't done it again until now."

I'd needed the emotional distance created by using his full name. Sure, I could call him Snowflake, but for some reason, shortening his name was an intimacy too far. "I guess I haven't."

"So it takes you on drugs or me sharing things that no one else knows for you to stop being formal with me?" He said it teasingly.