If I thought I was falling hard for Carly before, I’m accelerating now.
Not once did I ever feel this way when I had a crush on Ali. The world around me never ceased to exist every time I looked at her. It does when my gaze is fixated on the brunette sitting next to me, glaring down at her phone because of a stupid phone call that ruined a heart-thumping moment.
She turns back to me, and at the proximity, I’m tempted to go back in for another kiss. Instead, she places her hand on my chest, eyes wide. “Wait, we shouldn’t be doing this!”
I furrow my brows. “Then why is your hand still on my chest?” She could keep it there, for all I care.
But she slowly lifts the palm of her hand off my chest, right above my heart. A million thoughts are probably running through her head at this very moment, and I’m willing to guess she’s trying to decide which one to deem appropriate enough for this very moment.
Her gaze moves from my eyes back to her lap. “Uh, just have to take care of…” She reaches for her phone. “This. That’s all.”
Before I can respond, she rushes out of the living room and slams the door to her bedroom shut. Meanwhile, I’m stuck to the couch, wondering what the fuck just happened.
18
Freaking Out Here!
Carly
Shit.
What am I doing? Why am I doing it?
I just kissed him…and ran away.
Crew’s still in my freaking apartment, too! What was I thinking? Ugh!
I pace back and forth, walking around in circles and fidgeting with my ring. Maybe I need to talk to someone, ask for advice.
Currently, the only person I can talk to about this is Crew, but…
Nope, not doing that. I go to my contacts and scroll down to a certain someone who I know won’t freak out about this.
“Bueno?” Diana answers after the first ring.
“How am I supposed to react after a kiss?” I blurt out quietly.
A moment of silence passes, and I check my screen to see if Diana accidentally hung up or my phone died.
Hello, Wonder Woman. Are you there?
“Okay, two questions,” Diana sighs. “First of all, why are you whispering? And secondly, why are you freaking out over a kiss?”
Probably because said kiss was from a guy I’ve been developing very strong feelings for. The past few months, I’ve been acting like Crew’s friends when I’ve been desperate to kiss him silly and just bask in him.
Let’s also not forget—he’s the one who kissed me first! Clearly, this is either a fluke or he actually likes me, and I don’t fucking know what to do.
In summary: I’m freaking out here!
It should be illegal for Crew to be such a good kisser, too.
“Can you please answer the question?” I hiss. “How did you feel when Carson first kissed you?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I cringe. Probably because he’s my brother, but I cannot understand why people would find him attractive. I thought that I was the attractive twin until he got a girlfriend that our parents loved before I got a boyfriend.
“I internally freaked out because I liked him,” she answers. “Then he refused to dodge the subject of talking about it—why don’t you do that? Doesn’t your family prioritize communication or something?”
“Carson’s better at it than me!”
