I'm a liar. It comes out, blurted, and desperation rings in my ears. A circle of colour appearing on my cheekbones, and there's nothing I can do.
She laughs, high and bright and loud, a laugh that doesn't match. Aren't we all? Her voice; sardonic, mocking.
No, I mean, I really am. A proper liar. I... Her mouth on mine cuts me off. Swift and firm and tingles race across my belly and creep up my spine.
She leans back, and lights a cigarette off the stub in her hand. She passes it to me and I draw it down, blunt and burning and trying to harden the trembles and the glazed tears. Her mouth curves up and she explains.
I don't care