She’s close enough that she can probably hear the sound of my teeth grinding against each other. My jaw is so tense that it’s painful. If it was anyone else, I’d stand here and argue, but I’ve learned enough about Lucy to know that right now, her mind’s made up. I don’t want to push her too far. So I nod, even though I can’t imagine going the rest of the summer—seeing her almost every single day—and not kissing her again. Her eyes get wide. It’s obvious she wasn’t expecting me to agree so easily. If only she knew I’d agree to just about anything right now if it meant her not shutting me out.
