He grips the back of his neck. “It’s not that I didn’t want to kiss you.” I stop moving. “I just didn’t want to do it like that.” My heart trips up. “Like… that?” “No, no,” he blurts out. “What I mean is, um…” Fingers rake through his tousled hair as he struggles to express himself. “I guess I just, I don’t expect you to—” He smacks his hand against his forehead.
