“I don’t know if you know this, Roman, but you don’t have to give her everything she wants. You can say no to her.”
“Why would I say no to her when I want to give her everything she wants?”
"I figured it out four weeks ago.”
“Figured out what?”
“That you’re in love with me.” His eyes pierce into mine.
“You figured it out.”
“Yes.”
“How?” I go up on my tiptoes.
“Because I’m smarter than you.”
"Yes,” he growls again. “You baked him cupcakes and that’s it. You’re not going to wear lipstick for him too.”
I stretch up my toes even more.
“Roman, it’s Pete. Your friend. He’s old.” He flexes his grip on my body again.
“He has eyes, doesn’t he?”
“Is that why you’ve been a grumpy bear all day? Because I was baking him cupcakes?”