Page 50 of Butter My Biscuit

Grace

Would you do it again?

Now, I’m getting too brave, but I kinda want to know if it feels the same when I’m not three sheets to the wind. Butterflies swarm me as I anticipate his answer.

Harrison

Depends. I prefer it when girls don’t puke after my mouth is on theirs.

That response is good enough for me.

Grace

Oh, yeah, true. Going into my cave and hiding now before I get in trouble.

Harrison

Whatcha doing for dinner?

Grace

Nothing. Julia might’ve taken all the food out of my fridge, considering she took the shower curtain.

Harrison

I honestly never liked her.

Grace

Can you start warning a girl?

Harrison

Absolutely. I’ll be at your house at 7.

Grace

It’s a date!

I reread what I typed and bite my lip, realizing my error. Or maybe I’m too in my head.

Grace

Not a real date. I didn’t mean it like that.

Harrison

Maybe it is. See ya then.

My body heats from the inside out, and I know my cheeks are beet red. They always give me away. I turn my head to make sure no one notices, and Kinsley is standing in Mr. Anderson’s doorway. She’s smiling.

Busted.

I wouldn’t put it past her to ask her brother if he just texted me. She means well.

Grace

Wait. Do I need to pick up anything?

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