“I mean, I knowhow, but like, how?”
“We were fighting.”
“You were fighting?” Her jaw drops as a giant grin takes over her face.
“And it all came out.”
“You’re feelings?”
“Obviously.”
“He kissed you?”
“He did.”
“And you kissed him?”
“I did.”
“And then you—”
“We did.”
My head falls into my hands.
“Nomes, it was better than I could’ve ever imagined, but I don’t want to tell everyone, but then I feel guilty because we aren’t saying anything. But I want us to have this time for just us.”
“Don’t feel bad. Ethan and I didn’t tell anyone for a while because we felt like it would be this big thing, and it just wasn’t, you know?”
“Exactly!” My hands fly up.
It’s crazy to say that Naomi gets me. We’ve never been those sisters, but it’s been nice to have her to turn to.
“And what about Casey Hill?”
“I guess it was never that serious.”
“Are they still friends?” Her head tilts. “Are you guys just friends? What does this mean for the two of you?”
“They haven’t spoken in weeks.”
I couldn’t wait to ask Fletcher in person, so the second I left the diner to go home, I texted him.
He told me they hadn’t talked since a couple of nights after she told him she knew he had feelings for me. Apparently, she began to reveal her true feelings towards me after that, and their “friendship,” or whatever it was, died instantly.
He also told me that if they were still talking, the moment something happened between us, it would’ve stopped. He said he’d never speak to someone who made me feel uncomfortable. Especially not someone who made me feel bad about myself.
“And I think we’re together now. Is that crazy? Should we discuss this before I assume we’re in a relationship? I mean, he alluded to it, but he also didn’t use the term girlfriend.”
“I think there’s no shame in clarification, but I’ve also seen the way that boy looks at you. There’s no way he doesn’t already see you that way.”
I bite my lip, my cheeks burning red.
“Baby, I’m home.” The front door slams behind Naomi, and Ethan walks in with several grocery bags. He drops them on the counter and then sees me on the screen. “Hey, Taters, what’s going on?”
“Her and Fletcher.” I don’t need to see the wiggle of Naomi’s eyebrows to know she’s doing just that. I can hear it in her tone.
“Shut up.” His face grows as he approaches the screen. “He finally came to his senses?”
