How the hell am I supposed to do this? Admit that, ever since that stupid dare...I’ve looked at him a little differently. In a way that’s more aching want than friendship, because the sound and taste and feel of him from the night we kissed have all been seared into my brain with a white-hot brand ever since. Swirling around there rent-free when I should’ve done the smart thing, locking them away in a safe at the back of my mind and losing the combination forever.
