“So—”
“So—”
We both laugh.
“You go first,” I say.
She stands and walks toward me, her shirt short enough to show her tiny torso.
I inhale slowly.
“Did we make this weird by what we said last night?” she asks. “Us.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yep.”
“Then why are you acing weird?”
I let out a long sigh. “I don’t know. I’m not trying to be, but I can’t just turn off?—”
“The attraction.”
“Yes.”
“Me either.”
She leans onto the counter next to me. We’re side to side, both leaning back, looking anywhere but at each other.
“What if we made rules?” she suggests.
“Rules? Give me an example.”
“Okay, um, you can’t kiss me on the head anymore.”
“What, why?”
“Because it makes me … I like it too much. So, it’s not allowed.”
I huff. “Then you can’t bite your bottom lip in front of me anymore.”
“I don’t even know that I do that.”
“Well, work on it.” I push off the counter so I can lean on the table, which is farther away but still lets me face her for this discussion. “What else?” I ask and cross my arms.
She points at me. “That. You can't do that anymore.”
I glance down at my crossed ankles and arms and then back up at her.
“What am I doing?”
“Smirking.”
I quickly cover my mouth to hide the smirk that wants to escape.
God, she’s fucking cute.
