“Sounds good. Have a good night, Brade.”
“You too.”
He climbs in his mom’s car and starts it, giving a little wave before he pulls away. I wave back, then climb into my car, letting my head drop against the steering wheel as guilt courses through me.
Why couldn’t you have just freaking kissed him on the cheek?
Shit.
Slowly, I start my car as anxiety grows in my stomach. I use every technique I have to keep from having a panic attack.It didn’t mean anything,I keep telling myself, trying to stop my guilt.
That might be true, but it still happened. And I still have to tell Vince.