"I used to wait eagerly for our dates. Firstly, because I'd get to see you in a dress as you looked so good in it. Part of me caught feelings each time, but I never mentioned it because I didn't want to scare you away. Looking back, I wonder if I should have tried to date you sooner."
...
"Who's Maya, Ayan?" I ask him quietly, making sure I look him in the eye when I ask this question.
"Sunflower," he starts, and I wince at his choice of words, "I already told you-"
"The truth!" I intervene sharply, "You didn't tell me the truth. Care to share it?"
"What are you talking about?" His eyebrows furrow as he thinks deeply, "Did you list-?"
"Yes."
"Can you stop finishi-"
"No." And as I say this, a tiny smile creeps on my face. I hide it quickly with the back of my hand.
I'm angry at him. Just because I like him, I shouldn't smile when he's still not being honest with me.
"What did you hear?"
