“You look uncomfortable. Are you feeling weird because of what we did?” “A little bit.” I admitted. “The only guy I’ve sat around and talked to in bed with is David.” Evan scowled. “I know you guys never did anything, and that he’s gay, but that still bothers me for some reason.” It seemed David had been spilling further secrets, but I let that one go since it was his secret to tell. “He’s bi…remember.” I retorted. He chuckled and I noted his fingers were messing with my hair once again. “You’re always playing with my hair. What do you find so fascinating about it?” Because I found it utterly unmanageable. Still grinning he pulled off my scrunchy causing my mass of curls to explode out like a confetti popper. “You’re hair is like wild fire and reminds me of you; untamed and beautiful.” I shifted uncomfortably at his compliment pushing my hair off my face. “Are you a pyro, because wild fire is not beautiful; it’s destructive?”
