I hadn’t expected that question, but I’m kind of glad she asked it. It was the elephant in the room, and it was best that we just get it out of the way.
Folding my hands in front of me, I leaned a bit closer and answered, “I was scared. I wish I had a better explanation, but I don’t. I was young and scared and stupid. It’s the biggest regret of my life.”
She appeared to consider my words for several tense moments.
Slowly, she questioned, “Were you scared of me?”
“Not of you,” I admitted. “I was scared of my feelings for you.”
Her lips parted. “Your feelings for me?”
I let out a self-conscious grunt. “Yeah, I hadn’t realized what I felt for you until that night. I always thought you were just Jason’s little sister, but that night, I realized just how attracted I was to you. How much I
