Crush

Люди видят то, что хотят видеть.

“I don’t really think there’s any danger since you’ve dragged me out into the middle of nowhere. Who’s around to run in front of me?”
“Me, and I don’t particularly relish the idea of getting shot.”

The police profiler told me Clay was delusional—he really believed us to be a couple—and none of this was my fault. But he was dead now. That felt like my fault.

She loves me. Yes! No! Damn it!

Dear Heaven above, have mercy on my soul. I’m going to end up in Hell.

“I seriously doubt it, but feel free to keep dreaming.”

I had no idea what was going on. “Did you need something, Hunter?”
“No.” He waved a noncommittal hand in the direction of Clay. “You two continue with whatever you were doing. I’ll just watch something.”
“You don’t have a T.V. at your own house?” Clay asked, coming to sit between us. He wasn’t happy at all.
“I have three actually,” Hunter replied.
“And you can’t watch them there because . . .” Clay prompted.
“Because Cami isn’t there.”
Silence.

“So, I’m guessing the no-kissing policy didn’t go over so well?” he asked wryly.
“That’s the understatement of the year.”