“I’m going to work on being honest with you, even if I’m not sure what it is I want. Here’s the first thing, are you ready?” He nods. “Last night, in your kitchen, I thought you were going to kiss me. I wanted you to kiss me.” Something in his face softens. “I wanted to kiss you too.” I take a deep breath and tell myself to be brave. “I’ve thought about you every day since the night we had together.” “Of course you have,” he murmurs. “I haven’t given you a second to breathe. I wanted you to think about me.” “More than that,” I whisper back. We’re slowly moving closer together. My nose brushes
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