"Nothing."
"I don't believe you." Cosette narrowed her eyes, pushing herself up until she was standing before Maxen. "Maxen, what are you planning?"
"Nothing." Maxen shook his head, but Cosette quirked a brow and took a step closer. "Cosette, it's really nothing."
"I don't like secrets." Cosette bent over until her face was a few inches from his. "I get nervous when I feel like you're up to something and you won't tell me."
Maxen assessed her face, which was just inches from his before he blurted out. "I'm… twenty."
"Ah?"
"I'm not a teen anymore," he clarified, and, without thinking twice, he slipped his arm around her waist to pull her closer. "I was thinking I will turn twenty-one this year, too. When we first met, you were sixteen, but now you're a bit… older."
