Hailee's POV
We sat on the blanket, and the food spread between us like something out of a movie. Dane popped open the sparkling drink and poured us both a glass, then handed me a sandwich with a little smirk.
"You're not allergic to anything, right?"
I chuckled softly. "Nope. You're safe."
We started eating in comfortable silence. It was surprisingly easy, being with him. No pressure, no pretending to be someone I wasn't. At least… until he leaned back on one elbow and asked, "So, tell me about yourself."
I nearly choked on my bite.
I blinked, trying to stall with a sip from my glass. "Uh… what do you mean?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I want to know you. Like... the real you. Not just what people say about you at school."
I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening slightly around my glass.
He looked at me… eager to know more about me, and that was the problem.
Because the real me? I didn't think I could tell anyone that.
Not yet.
So, I smiled… and lied.