“This is a bad idea,” I blurt. She nods. “The worst.” “We definitely shouldn’t do this,” I try again. “Definitely," she breathes. “You don’t do this." “And you don’t have time.” “Right.” “Right.” But the moment that word leaves her mouth, I know it’s pointless. And before I can even convince myself I meant it when I said we shouldn’t— She fucking kisses me.
