❝I think you're my favorite person.❞
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Since childhood, Lila's had her mind set on what she wants. And now in her senior year, that's getting into West Michigan State University. But her overbearing...
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MY FIRST THOUGHT is that she's going to kiss me.
Or I'm going to kiss her.
In the moment, I don't really care which. But then her eyes cast downward and she leans away, and I know that whatever the hell just happened, was completely one-sided.
But I immediately realize something.
I wanted to kiss Lila Matthews.
Jesus.
What the hell is wrong with me? I work down a swallow as I lean back in my seat. The cafeteria is still buzzing, though lunch is now over. And it's just me and Lila at the table.
Alone.
There'd be no reason to kiss her—especially when no one's watching. I'd taken a risk by kissing her cheek earlier. I didn't even realize what I was doing until my lips were pressed against her cheek and there was no going back.
No one seemed to notice anything off—in their eyes we are one happy couple—but Lila went rigid, as if in shock.
Alone, we're friends. In public, we're friends with a lie hanging between us.
I can see why she was confused.
There's no room for kissing. Ever.
Not that I haven't kissed before—I have. Though the first two times I was drunk, so I don't know if they count. And the others were meaningless kisses that kind of sucked now that I think back on them.
Lila looks back at me, drawing me out of my thoughts, "I, uh, have a question." She suddenly says.
I glance over at her, trying to plaster on a nonchalant smirk, though my heart is beating too fast. Fuck. "What is it you need?"
She raises a brow at my switch in tone. I almost bite my tongue, more of my stupid British accent about to spew out. I don't exactly remember when I started using it as a nervous tic, but it's now engraved there.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Lila mutters.
I almost thank her, but quickly catch myself.
"Anyway," she emphasizes. "I was just going to ask if the whole...PDA...thing is going to be more frequent?" She sounds timid, not at all her usual back off, or I'll bite you tone.
"Did I make you uncomfortable?" I ask quickly. That's the absolute last thing I want. And I was stupid enough not to even discuss it with her beforehand.
"No!" She says quickly. "It's just...I want to know...you know, how far it'll go?" she cringes at her own explanation.
"You mean kissing?" I ask, slightly amused.
She shrugs.
"I don't know. Would you wanna kiss me, Chase?" She says with a light laugh, as if it's hard to believe.
