Brett: actually, I think you handed it to me to hand to her LMAO
Brett: Meanwhile youtouched Kits hair
Brett: TWICE. I counted
Brett: and his face
Brett: you’re obsessed
I shift. Glance over at Kit again.
He hasn’t moved.
Me: shut up dude
Brett: I’m just saying
Brett: if we were all in the cabin, and it caught on fire you would save Kit first
Brett: then the Mountain Dew
Brett: then me
Brett: THEN Delaney
Brett: and like, fair
I stifle a snort. He’s such a dumbass.
Me: you’re an idiot
Brett: an idiot with EYES
Brett: tell me I’m wrong
Brett: can’t. Youwon’t.
Then he sends a rapid-fire series of texts, like he’s been thinking of this too long and can’t stop himself.
Brett: you always sit next to him first
Brett: you’re always finding reasons to touch him
Brett: you smile differently when he’s around
Brett: Kit laughs at all your dumb jokes
Brett: He asks questions about football even though he HATES football
Brett: He finishes your sentences when you fumble over your words
Brett: Kit looked like a kicked puppy today
Brett: you looked nervous as soon as he walked outside
Brett: what’s that about?
My stomach twists, and I grip my phone tighter.
