Confession #10: So maybe I needed to work on my small talk.
I was so startled I didn’t even know how to begin to react. I hadn’t been expecting any kind of apology, mostly because I didn’t need one. She hadn’t done anything wrong last night. It wasn’t a crime to ask questions. And her questions had seemed so innocent in their curiosity, lacking any kind of judgment to them, I wouldn’t have even called them rude questions. It was my own fault I’d managed to make myself feel guilty about a lot of points she’d brought up. That was on me. Not her.
She leaned in, filling my head with that scent that I was quickly coming to associate with her alone, and everything in me went tense with alert desire.
What the hell was she doing?
All I could think was kiss. She was going to kiss me. On the che
