He was still looking me in the eye, but it was like my words were some sick opposite of "open sesame". His eyes, the window to his soul, usually so open, so transparent, became dark and unreadable. And so, so old.
"Why should I talk about every old secret that might or might not ever be important?" A bitter smile appeared on his lips. "You wouldn't want to know this much about me, anyway. They say that those who know less, sleep better."
I sucked in a breath. I could see this happening as bright as day and didn't want to believe my eyes and ears. Him, JJ, distancing himself from me like he wasn't the one to hit on me in the first place. Yes, I would've fallen after him even if he didn't, I was sure, but still! This wasn't the point.
