But because, though I don’t know that Nate’s feelings are that strong, it hits me that mine are.
I’m in love with him.
Olivia dives in with the questions I knew she was going to ask—what was it like kissing Preston? Do you think he’s falling in love with you? Do you think you’re falling in love with him? On and on and on. I fall back into my usual answering routine—dodge, sidestep, say noncommittal things.Talk about “the journey” some more.
But the whole time, my mind is one hundred percent elsewhere, shoring up plans, my nerves sparking with fear and giddy anticipation.
I have to do this, tonight. I have to know.
I’m terrified, there’s no question. Of rejection, of getting caught, and most of all, of the depth of my own feelings. But there’s his voice in my head from the balcony that night:You’re a total badass.
It’s time for me to prove him right.
