Oh wow.
Okay. Relax.
He’s just standing there. With water. Like a normal person.
Jesus, those arms. And hair that looks like someone definitely made out with him in a bathroom—Oh, wait, that was me.
I giggle.
Wait, did he hear that?
Jesus Christ, I need to sit down. No, actually, stand. Standing is safer. Is it? Why am I thinking this out loud in my head? Shut up, brain.
He’s looking at me like I’m not five jello shots deep.
I am.
I definitely am.
My legs are noodles. My dignity is gone. My soul left my body somewhere between the kitchen and the pool table.
Focus. Water. Sip. Don’t spill it. Don’t stare at him like a creep.
God, his hands.
No, stop.
Is that a vein, or a roadmap to my bad decisions?
He’s waiting for me to say something. Anything.
Okay mouth—do something.
No, not that. Notthat.
Something intelligent. Something cute. Something—why is he so tall? Was he this tall before?
Oh wait, I took off my shoes. Where are they? If he doesn’t stop staring at me like that, I’m going to kiss him again right here next to the hydrangeas.
Bad Kiara. Focus. Hydrate. Behave.
I gulp half of the water bottle while he’s staring at me.
Hold on, is he fighting a laugh? Is he laughing at me? Okay, nobody’s laughing at Kiara.
“Is there something funny?”
Wow, my words are actually clearer than I thought. Good.
“Definitely not.”
His hand is suddenly on my face, taking a strand of hair away from my face. This move again. I already know this move. It’s not going to get me this time.
Or maybe it will.
It might.
“Are you still having fun?” he asks, his voice so caring.
