Chapter 20

“How do you know I’m lying?” Brooklyn wondered, raising an eyebrow at Harry.

“Like I’ve said before, I’m in your head,” Harry said, and Brooklyn rolled her eyes.

“Speaking of that… Have you got any aspirin?”

“Why?”

“If you were in my head, then you would know, wouldn’t you?” Brooklyn smirked.

“Don’t get smart with me, babe.”

“My head’s just been hurting the past few days,” Brooklyn shrugged. “It’s just a bit uncomfortable.”

“Is it painful?”

“Not really, just feels like pressure, and it’s annoying,” Brooklyn said.

“Sorry, I haven’t got any aspirin,” Harry said.

Brooklyn sighed and nodded.

“So, back to what we were talking about—”

“I don’t want to discuss that, Harry,” Brooklyn said. “I feel nothing toward you.”

“Then explain why you let me kiss you.”

“I didn’t let you.”

“You didn’t do anything to stop me,” Harry shrugged.

“Yeah… well… you’re a good kisser,” Brooklyn grumbled and looked at