“Have you ever been in love?” she blurts suddenly.
She wrinkles her nose. “Of course.”
“Why didn’t it work out?”
She stops short and sinks back below the water, like it’s easier to lie to me if I can’t see all of her. “It… it just wasn’t right.”
“Then how could it have been love?”
“What are you, some sort of relationship expert?”
“You’re the one who asked.”
“Love doesn’t always have to be hot and passionate and explosive, you know?” she says. “Sometimes, love feels different. It’s more… stable. Safe. Comforting.”
“By which you mean tedious.”
She narrows her eyes into slits. “What’s wrong with a relationship you can trust? The whole ‘passionate love affair’ thing—it’s so overrated. Cliché, really.”
“What you’re describing is not love, Olivia. You’re talking about a safety net. If
