“About tonight,” he starts. His throat works and he rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t think we should do it again,” I blurt out, and his eyes shoot to mine. Is that disappointment or relief? I can’t tell. “You have your mom and I have…” I trail off, shaking my head. I can’t tell him the truth. I have a very breakable heart and a big crush on him. “Right.”
