“And you had good company.”
“Yes.”
Casey nudges my shoulder. “How are things going with Auggie?”
I rub my burning cheeks. “We, uh, had a bit of a make-out session last night. I wanted more, but he put the brakes on, which confused me. He’s normally the fuck them and leave them type. He says I’m different.”
Casey squeezes my hand. “You’re amazing, Em. I’m glad he wants more with you. You deserve to be with someone who’s going to take care of you.”
“Wanting him doesn’t change the fact that I’m in love with you.”
He releases my hand and curls both of his on his lap. “I know, but I don’t want you to wait for me.”
I blink and snap my head around to stare at him. “Wait for you? What does that mean? Do you like guys?”
“Maybe?”
“I did make you question your sexuality.”
“Yes, but not in the way you think.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“I did feel jealous when I saw you and Auggie kissing. I’d been feeling off from the moment you said you were going on a date.”
I hold my breath, not wanting to jump to conclusions but doing it anyway. Does this mean he likes me? Does this mean he lied when he said he didn’t?
“But I didn’t know what that meant. Everything just felt wrong.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologising.”
“Sorry.”
He rolls his eyes and laughs. “Em.”
I hold up my hands. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop. Keep talking.”
“Honestly, I’m surprised Auggie is the first guy you’ve been on a date with. You’re amazing, smart, and beautiful.”
He thinks I’m beautiful? Does he mean objectively or subjectively? Is it appropriate to ask? Probably not. “What about you? You’re a hot swimmer. You should have people queuing up to date you. In the movies, the moment a jock talks to someone, it’s assumed they fancy that person.”
“I’m not a jock, Em, and this isn’t an American high school movie.”
“No, we’re at university. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re stunning. Are you going to tell me no one has asked you out on a date?”
“I’ve been asked out before. A few times.”
“And you never told me?” I hope my tone is playfully stroppy.
“What was the point? I said no.”
“You didn’t fancy any of them?” Is that because he likes me? I need to stop jumping to conclusions.
“No.”
I gape. “You spend half your time surrounded by half-naked men and women. You must have fancied someone.”
