Are you kidding?” I stop in the middle of the kitchen. Spin around. My face is pulled together in disbelief. “You’ve spoken to me maybe once in the two weeks I’ve been here. I hardly even notice you anymore.”

“Okay, hold up,” he says, turning to block my path. “We both know there’s no way you haven’t noticed all of this” — he gestures to himself — “so if you’re trying to play games with me, I should let you know up front that it’s not going to work.”

“What?” I frown. “What are you talking abou—”

“You can’t play hard to get, kid.” He raises an eyebrow. “I can’t even touch you. Takes ‘hard to get’ to a whole new level, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh my God,” I mouth, eyes closed, shaking my head. “You are insane.”

He falls to his knees. “Insane for your sweet, sweet love!

Author: Tahereh Mafi

Are you kidding?” I stop in the middle of the kitchen. Spin around. My face is pulled together in disbelief. “You’ve spoken to me maybe once in the two weeks I’ve been here. I hardly even notice you anymore.”<br /><br />“Okay, hold up,” he says, turning to block my path. “We <i>both</i> know there’s no way you haven’t noticed all of <i>this</i>” — he gestures to himself — “so if you’re trying to play games with me, I should let you know up front that it’s not going to work.”<br /><br />“What?” I frown. “What are you talking abou—”<br /><br />“You can’t play hard to get, kid.” He raises an eyebrow. “I can’t even <i>touch</i> you. Takes ‘hard to get’ to a whole new level, if you know what I mean.”<br /><br />“Oh my God,” I mouth, eyes closed, shaking my head. “You are <i>insane</i>.”<br /><br />He falls to his knees. “Insane for your sweet, sweet love! - Tahereh Mafi

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