Page 2 of Falling Like This

“Why?” Sarah demands. “It’s Aaron. And hekissedyou. After all these years!”

“All these years? He’s kissed me plenty of times,” I say, trying to downplay that breathtaking, heart-stopping, never-wanted-it-to-end kiss we shared on the hood of his truck a week ago. More for me than them. Because I am terrified.

“Not like that,” Mackie disagrees.

“Neither of you even saw it,” I say.

“Yeah, but you described it so dramatically. And Trevordidsee it. And he thought you were gonna do a lot more than kiss from how intense it looked.” Sarah wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I’d be annoyed, but between my legs, things just started heating up, thinking of doing it with Aaron.

Oh crap.

I’m totally falling for him, aren’t I?

But how do I know what he wants?

Talk to him.

Ha. Yeah right.

I let out a dramatic sigh. “Why should I be the one who has to do or say something?”

Sarah and Mackie exchange a glance, then Sarah scowls. “Don’t tell me you’re so caught up in those romantic stories that the guy has to make the first move.”

I roll my eyes. “No. But I don’t even know if he reallywantsme or is even considering it. I don’t want to throw myself at him and wreck our friendship if he only kissed me because he was high on life after the baseball game. Our friendship is too important.”

Sarah narrows her eyes at me and says, “I don’t think a kiss like that comes from being high on life. It comes from being high onyou.”

Again, my body heats up.

Lots of pounding, throbbing, flushing all over my body for him.

No.

“You make everything too complicated,” Mackie says, finishing up her lip gloss and turning to me. “You don’t have to throw yourself into his arms and tell him you love him, but you can flirt with him, dance with him, talk with him… see where it goes. Hell, maybe you should kiss him again. You’ll definitely get an answer from that.”

“How so exactly?”

She grins at me. “Well, either he’ll stop the kiss if he didn’t truly mean something with the other one—which I doubt—or…”

“Or what?”

She and Sarah exchange an evil grin.

“Or you’ll be able tofeelhow into you he really is.”

My eyes go wide. Heat floods my body. Then there’s a knock at the window. It slides open and Aaron is in my room, staring at me.

“Hey, Beautiful.”

“Hi,” I squeak out.

“You okay?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow at me.

No, don’t saycockat a time like this.

Is it hot in here?

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