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“I know, but I just don’t want anyone to know. Especially my dad, he’d freak his shit.”
He holds my gaze, and I can see that he doesn’t like the idea of it. “I don’t want to hide us.”
“I don’t either but at least until we know it’s real.”
“You mean, until you know,” he challenges back, and I shrug shyly, a grin pulling at my lips. “Because I know.”
Shaking my head, I laugh. “Jeez, you’re so confident.”
“Because I know a sure bet when I see it, and Bay, you’re that.”
I need to correct him, but I just stand there, maybe in shock. And that’s just insane because no one calls me Bay but my daddy, but I’m allowing him? How did that happen? What in the world is going on?
Clearing his throat, he brings my attention back to his eyes as he says, “But if you want to date without anyone knowing, I can do that.”
“You don’t like it though,” I add, and he agrees.
“Not even a little bit. I want to show you off. I want people to know that I’m dating the hottest girl on campus, but I get what you mean, so yeah, I got you.”
Ugh, the butterflies. Swallowing hard, a grin pulls at my lips and I say, “I think you’ve always got me.”
“And I always will. Now come here,” he says, leaning toward me, still holding the bridge in a cute, little kid way. Matching his stance, I meet him in the middle, our chests pressed together as our lips almost touch. “Kiss me to seal the deal.”
“How very demonic of you,” I tease, thinking of my favorite show.
With a grin on his sweet lips, he says, “I’d say you could be the Sam to my Dean, but that’s a little odd.”
“Just a bit, since sleeping with your brother would be frowned upon in some states, but shut up! Seriously though, you watch Supernatural?”
He laughs as he nods, his breath warm on my lips. “I do, but forget that right now and kiss me.”
Running my tongue along my bottom lip, I grin. “Fine, but note I don’t like being bossed around.”
“Duly noted. I’m dying here, Bay, put me out of my misery,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. His whole heart is in his eyes, and soon mine is beating out of control. The anxiety of doing what he’s asking is all-consuming in my chest, but as I get lost in his eyes, it slowly starts to vanish away.
Closing the small distance between us, I press my lips to his as my heart explodes in my chest.
I’m doing this.
And I’m going to be triumphant.
Or it’s going to all come crashing down in a heap of mess, and I’ll be a wreck.
Either way, I’m going to try.
Because, really, there is no other option.
He’s it.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the taste of her lips.
They are so soft, glossy from her lipstick, and utterly perfect. I crave them, and soon I’m unable to hold on to the bridge because I have to hold her. Letting go, I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in close as her hands come to rest against my cheeks, deepening the kiss. When I told her she was a sure bet, that was easy. It’s the truth, but what I left out was that I’ve fallen in love with her.
A head over heels, rainbows and sunshine, unicorns pooping glitter kind of love.
I want to scream it at her. Tell her how I feel, but I know that would be stupid. She wouldn’t receive it the way I want her to. She’ll freak, probably hermit it up, and then I’ll be alone. It scares me, it does, because at any moment she can decide that this isn’t what she wants, that it scares her, that it’s not controllable. And, to be honest, I’m not dumb, I know that probably will happen. More than likely, she’ll break my heart, but I don’t care.
I love her.
