“Honest to God truth. I like being around you. I like talking to you.” “Then why do something so stupid and screw it all up by trying to kiss me?” “Because I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss you and I was afraid we might never find out.” The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Figured if I tried it in public, I had a better shot, ’cause then you might kiss me back for appearances.” “That’s a dumb reason.” “I know.” Tentatively, he takes a step toward me.
