He’s going to kiss me. No no no no. I can’t do this. I can’t let him kiss me. I just can’t. Because if he does, I’m so sure I’ll kiss him back. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of anything in my life. And once my lips meet his, once I can feel them against my own, then this will all be real. There’ll be no going back after it, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that. Actually, I do know. I’m not ready for that at all.
