“Crap,” she murmured. My heart started to sink. “You don’t feel the same . . .” “It’s not that,” she said. “I think I might have wasted my wish.” “What do you mean?” “Well, either I wasted my wish, or the stars work really fast,” she replied with a cautious smile. “I wished for you, Gray. I wished that this date was real. I wished that one day you’d see me as more than a friend. And I wished that you, no one else, would be my first kiss. Because I’m in love with you too, Grayson. I think I always have been. I just didn’t realize it was love. I thought it was just . . . us.”
