Chapter 55 Anything At All(2)

• My question brought fine lines to Waylen’s forehead. He looked on, waiting for more explanation, but I wasn’t ready to offer any.
• “Any of what? What things?” he asked.
• “The sexting? The dates? I don’t even know if to call them that. The gifts?” I paused to catch my breath. Waylen had moved into my space, and his leg pressed between mine. He gently fisted my hair, tipping my head back as I continued, “You coming to my house and hanging out with my sister. Does any of that mean anything to you, Waylen?”