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I laugh. “I just wanted a drink. Your turn.”
“Never Have I ever been to Italy.”
I drink.
We go back forth for almost thirty-minutes about bullshit, until the big question.
“Never Have I Ever had a crush on my best friend’s sister.”
His eyebrows push together, and he stops himself from taking a drink. “Seriously? What are you trying to do, get your brother to kill me?”
I tip the bottom of his glass, forcing him to take a drink. “So, are you telling me you have never wanted to kiss me again?”
He might have forgotten, but I remember him kissing me behind the house when we were younger. If Hendrix knew, he would shit a brick. I can’t be the only one that has waited for the day we can do it again. We are in my house, safe and sound, my brother nowhere around. How would he ever find out? It’s the perfect time for us to give in, and get it out of the way. I can only imagine how his body will fill on top of mine, or how hard he can make me come by just whispering into my ear. Stefan Valentino is the perfect man, and I need at least one shot with him.
“It doesn’t matter, Ange. This can’t ever happen.” He gets up from the couch and starts to pace around. “Your brother is my best friend. I don’t live in Grapevine anymore, and you deserve better. Why are you doing this?”
So, his answer isn’t no. He is just making excuses. I need to show him that he can trust me. The way he is pacing and making excuses tells me he has feelings for me, too. I know he does. Why can’t we just air them out?
“Why does my brother get to decide who I get to date or even kiss? Last time I checked, I’m a grown ass woman who can make her own decisions.” I get up from the couch and walk over to him, placing both hands on his chest, looking up at him. “Did you know I’ve had a crush on you since the day you kissed me all those years ago. I never said anything, I mean, how could I with all the girls constantly fighting over you...” He might reject me, but at least I have some liquor in my system. I couldn’t go another second without him knowing.
“Don’t tell me that, Ange. Please,” he says, looking up at the roof.
I tilt his head back down to looking at me with my hand. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel anything for me? Nothing at all?”
Please don’t push me away this time.
