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“You are an incredible kisser—I told Sebastian,” he says slowly, making sure I understand this time.
“Shut up. You did not,” I blow it off.
“I did actually.” His demeanor falls completely serious, and the atmosphere in the truck instantly shifts. “I also told him how much I wanted to do it again. How all I want to do is kiss you pretty much every minute of every fucking day.”
I swallow hard, not really sure what to say. A part of me is jumping up and down, doing backflips I’m so elated. The other part of me is twisting up in knots and suddenly feeling a bit panicked.
“Guess I must be a pretty phenomenal kisser,” I joke, needing to lighten the heaviness that has suddenly settled over us.
“You could say that.” He reaches over and entwines his fingers with mine, resting our now connected hands in the middle seat between us.
“What are you doing, Treadway?” Again, I go for a lighter approach.
“I’m holding your hand,” he states simply, eyes on the road.
“Why?”
“Because I like holding your hand.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you. I thought we had pretty much established this already.” His mouth turns up in a half smile, and it’s clear to see he’s getting enjoyment out of watching me squirm a bit.
“Well I would hope you like me, considering you’re sleeping on my couch,” I say, making no attempt to pull my hand away. “Or do you make a habit of being friends with people you don’t actually like?”
“You know that’s not what I meant, Bree.” His expression falls serious once more, and the butterflies that erupt in my stomach are enough to make me feel like I’m about to take flight at any moment.
“So you don’t like me?” I continue to kid around, my go to when faced with a situation I’m not quite sure how to handle.
“Oh no, I do, but not just as a friend.”
“So like more as a sister?” I don’t know why I’m even still talking at this point, but the words keep spilling out like vomit, and I can’t seem to get them to stop.
“Would you fucking stop?” He gives me a quick glance, telling me he knows exactly what I’m doing.
“Stop what?”
Oh my god, Bree! Just shut up already.
“I’m trying to tell you I’m into you, and you’re making it really fucking difficult.” He grins despite the seriousness of his tone. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have done this while I’m driving.” He releases my hand and whips the truck off to the side of the road so abruptly that my backside nearly comes completely off the seat as the truck bounces to a stop.
“What are you doing?” I turn toward him, eyes wide as he snaps off his seatbelt and shifts to face me.
“Did you talk to Tess about us at the restaurant?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s pretty cut and dry. Did you talk to Tess about you and me?”
“I mean, yeah, briefly.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I’m not telling you that.”
“Why? Because you’re afraid I don’t feel the same, or because you’re afraid to admit it out loud because that means you’ll actually have to face your feelings.”
“Because it’s none of your business.” I stick with the safest route.
