He looks back at me, frustration in the set of his jaw. “What?” “It’s this way.” I point in the opposite direction and start fast-walking. “And you can walk with me, but only because I have a feeling you’re going to make this conversation happen one way or another.” He jogs to catch up to me. “What makes you think that?” I look up at him. “We kissed.” “We did,” he agrees. He lowers his voice. “It was a good kiss.” “I’m sorry I did it,” I blurt as my cheeks heat up. “Darryl—” I stop walking abruptly and bump into him. He steadies me, his big hands on my shoulders, and for a hot second they feel
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