I just can’t think. So I stop right there in the middle of the room and look at her. At that face. I want to touch her cheek and see what it feels like. I want to touch her hair, it looks so incredibly soft. ‘Bryce,’ she whispers. ‘What’s wrong?’ I can barely breathe as I ask her, ‘Do you like him?’ ‘Do I . . . you mean Jon?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘Well, sure. He’s nice and—’ ‘No, do you like him?’ My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited. ‘Well, no. I mean, not like that . . .’ No! She said no! I didn’t care where I was, I didn’t care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss
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