Page 48 of We Are the Stars

“Not at all,” I tell him. He’s lit up with excitement, and I’ll tell him anything, send him anywhere if it means he’ll be this happy. “Go.”

He looks back at Dad, then at me.

“I’ll be downstairs,” Dad says as he exits the room, giving us a minute alone.

We don’t immediately talk, because how are we supposed to even begin explaining what just happened? Between talking about last night to the making out to the interruptions…where do we begin?

“So…that was…”

“Yeah. It was.”

“I guess we’re even on the random kissing thing now,” I offer.

“I suppose so.” He points toward the door. “I’m going to go…”

“Yeah. Go.”

“Is this going to make things weird between us now?”

“No,” I rush out. “Why would it?”

“It usually does.”

“It won’t. Promise.”

“Okay. Good. So, I’ll see you at work.”

“Yep. I’ll be there.”

Then he’s gone, and I’m left sitting here with a million questions.

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