“Maybe when you’re at the club tonight…you could see how you feel about more than just a kiss.” “No,” I snap. “No. I can’t even think about that. Plus…what if he gets the wrong idea? I don’t want to hurt him.” She’s staring at me again, as if she has all the answers, and let’s be real, she probably does. But I’m afraid to know what they are. “Baby, I’m not sure what the wrong idea is. And I don’t think you do either.”
