“Pfft.” My lips vibrate. “You’re the impressive one. You do, like, flips and stuff.”
“Flips and stuff?” Caleb laughs while simultaneously narrowing his eyes. “Is that how Justin describes it?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I tuck my hair behind my ears, wondering when I became so bad at small talk.
“I like your earrings.”
“They’re icicles.” My hand jerks to my earlobe, feeling the jagged metal. “I like wearing Christmas earrings.”
“Very cute.”
“Thanks.” He looks exactly like Justin but also different enough that he has become his own person to me.
“You’re assessing me.”
“I’m noting how you and Justin are different so we don’t have another mistaken-identity moment.”
“And how are we different?” He drops his arm into his lap. I guess his headache is easing.
“Just your mannerisms.” There’s no way I’m listing all the other things, like the muscles and the eyes, the stubble that is so long it might as well be a beard, and last but not least, the dreamy hair.
“For the record, I liked our mistaken-identity moment.”
“So you do remember it?”
“Not really.”
“Then why do you keep bringing it up?”
“I’m not.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, I don’t think Justin would like it very much.”
“What wouldn’t I like?”
I have whiplash from how fast my head spins to the front door. “Justin!” I jump out of my chair, run to him, and throw myself into his chest, hugging him close. “I’m so glad you’re safe.”
Loose arms wrap around my back, offering a half-hearted squeeze before he pulls away. “What wouldn’t I like?”
“Uh…” My eyes pivot to Caleb, then back to Justin. I’m sweating and panicking. How do I confess? I’ve never been in this position before. I just have to explain the circumstances, tell the setup, then I can let him down gently with the details of the kiss. “Funny story. So I—”
“Your girlfriend kissed me,” Caleb interjects with a winning smirk, and I suddenly have the urge to take myvery cuteicicle earrings and stab him with them.
six
CALEB
“You two kissed?”Justin looks between Summer and me with raised brows.
“No!” She shakes her head, glaring at me, but I’m not scared. Summer is one of those bubbly people who could never be scary, even if she tried.
“She thought I was you and greeted me in averynice way.” I rest my head back on the pillow, not missing her knife-sharp stare directed at me.
“You said you didn’t remember it.”
“I don’t, really.”
Of course I remember it.
