Page 59 of Love Resurrected
“How have you been, Bradley?”
“Good,” I say, giving her the short version.
She looks at me. I avoid her gaze and keep my eyes on the road, even though I’m dying to tell her what happened last night.
After a couple blocks, I blurt it out. “I kissed Tenley last night!”
She watches me for a moment before speaking. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Yes . . . no . . . I don’t know.”
“Was it a nice kiss?”
“It was a great kiss.”
“That’s a start.”
“It’s not a start to anything. I am starting nothing. There are no starts.”
“Bradley.” Her voice deepens as she says my name. She couldn’t make her disappointment more obvious if she tried.
“Nessa.” My voice sounds whiny as fuck. “I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I don’t believe that.”
I shrug in response.
“Bradley, if you truly did not want to start something you would not have kissed her.”
“It was an accident.”
She laughs.
“It was,” I argue. “She was going to give me a kiss on the cheek, only I turned my head to say something, and there it was.”
“I see. So, it was just a peck with no real contact?”
“No.”
“Was there tongue?”
“Yes.”
“Yours and hers?”
“Yes.”
“That was no accident.”
I turn onto the road leading into Tenley’s neighborhood, which only gives Nessa about two minutes to fix the mess I made of my life.
“So, what do I do?”
“I’ll help you fix it.”
