“I don’t know where to go from here,” I start awkwardly, “except that maybe it’d be better if we didn’t hang out anymore.” “No.” “No?” “Yeah, I veto that suggestion.” “You don’t get a veto. If I say I don’t want to hang out with you anymore, then tough shit. That’s the way it is.” “I think you should let me kiss you.” “Because you were probably dropped on your head as a child,” I snap back. At that, Conor cracks a smile. He lets out a breath and squeezes my hand, then places it against his chest. Beneath my palm, his heart is pounding hard.
