He c***s his head to the right and questions, “What do you mean by that?”
“Like you’ve said…your secret is out of the bag.” And I tell him about my conversations with Luke, Gigi, and Base. It becomes rambling at its finest. On and on. Sentences form paragraphs. Strings and strings of details. Run-ons.
When I stop, he says, “I thought this would happen.”
“You did?”
“I did.”
“And now what, JD?”
Perhaps rushed, not leaving me hanging, “Can I kiss you?”
“What will your boyfriend, Base, say?”
He chuckles. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“But he is a thirst trap and much better looking than I am. Plus, he has a healthier heart than I do. Mine beats too fast.”
“Trust me, I like your heart more, and you’re better looking, in my opinion.”
I shrug. “Guess you can kiss me then.”
“You guess?”
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