I sent Victor a text when I got to my office after school. After some thought, I was sure he wouldn’t let a kiss ruin our friendship.
The meeting with the board of directors was next Monday, and I needed him at the meeting with me. Having Victor nearby made me stronger.
He responded within minutes and offered to bring me lunch. “What do you want?”
I responded, “Surprise me.”
He arrived a half hour later with a pizza box tucked under his arm and a paper bag in his hand.
“I didn’t think you ate pizza,” I said.
As he placed the box on my desk, I looked for any sign that he was thinking about our kiss.
“Why not?” he responded. “Everyone eats pizza, and this isn’t just any pizza.”
Was it my imagination, or was his smile more intimate? And when he handed me a paper plate, his fingers de
