“Did I do something to make you think you’re not my friend?” “No.” Slowly, hesitantly, she looks back at me. Her eyes are wide with a scorch of heat behind the brown. “When you call us friends, it makes the things I’m thinking about you—the things I’m feeling for you—seem wrong.” I don’t know what’s going on. I might be dreaming. “What kind of things are you thinking about?” “Kissing you.” Madeline grabs my shirt like she did on New Year’s Eve. She wraps her fingers in the cotton, cementing herself to me. “Doing more than that.”
OH YEAH GIRLIE BE CONFIDENT TELL THAT MANN YIU WANT HIM
