Things We Hide from the Light (Knockemout Book 2)

You okay?” Nash asked, not sounding like he cared that much. “Or was that a lie too?”
“Don’t. Start,”

Gonna kiss you now, Angelina.”

Night, Angel.”
“Night, hotshot.”

“There’s a difference between bein’ honest and keepin’ private matters private.”

“You don’t miss much, do you?” I complained.
“Not when it counts.”

“The abbreviated version is I went into cardiac arrest at fifteen on the soccer field and had to be revived.”
He was silent for a beat and then said, “Yeah, Angel. I’m gonna need the extended director’s cut with commentary version.”
“You’re ridiculous.”

“I used to have them,” I said simply.
We sat in silence, staring straight ahead at the blank TV screen. I knew he was waiting for me to speak up and fill the gap with answers. But I was comfortable with uncomfortable silences.
“Anyone ever tell you you talk too much?” he teased.
I smiled. “Where did Nash come from?”
“Silence and a subject change,” he observed.
I reached over and flipped the bag of broccoli. “Humor me.”

“I’ll relax when you stop scaring the hell out of me.” I bumped my shoulder into his. “Starting to fade?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Do you like it when I touch you?”
A shiver ran through her. “Why?”
“You know why. But I want you to say it. Cards on the table.”
Her face softened. “I don’t seem to mind when it’s your hands doing the touching, hotshot.”

What if what?”
“What if you like me touching you as much as I like touching you?”