— I don’t like you because I tell the truth?
He keeps staring, and my words get stuck in my throat.
— Because you’re a cheeky, self-absorbed brat who thinks you can do whatever you want.
— It’s not that way. You’re not allowed to—me.
We meet each other’s gaze.
— Well, what are you two doing there?
Tanya peeks out from the kitchen; I flinch from the surprise and turn sharply away.
Did I go crazy? I’m thirty-four, he’s twenty-five, and he’s planning to date my younger sister. What the hell am I even reacting to his provocations for?