“You got tongue-tied because you like him,” she pressed. Not bothering to deny it, I just sighed down the line. “Oh my god,” she gasped, tone excited. “Are you finally admitting you like him?” I nodded and then realized she couldn’t see me. “I don’t think there’s any point in denying it,” I whispered, feeling my face burn at the thought. “I like him, Claire. I think I really like him.” “Oh wow, Shan,” Claire replied gently. “This is big for you.” She was right. It was huge. And scary. Absolutely terrifying. “It’s ridiculous,” I muttered glumly. “I don’t even know him.”
