At lunch break, I ran to my car, and sat. My breathing was shaky and I sat, thinking. I kissed Adam. The engaged Adam. The Adam who has a kid. The Adam who loves Olivia. The Adam I love. I kissed Adam. I kissed Adam. I ran my hands through my hair, and jumped when there was a tap on the window. I turned and looked to see Adam himself. I unrolled the window,
My heart pounding.
"Gracie I didn't mean to kiss you," Adam said.
"I didn't either," I lied. Adam stared at me, and said, "can I talk to you. No the diner."
I nodded and got out of the car, shaking. We headed inside and sat at a private booth.
"I, I'm sorry for unloading everything on you," Adam said.
"It's okay," I whispered. The lump in my throat threatened to turn into tears.
"It's just... I don't think Olivia knows who she loves. The other guy, that go her pregnant wants her back and she is trying to figure out who to pick. But why would she have to choose? If you love someone, you know it and
You don't have to choose. There's just no hesitation. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yeah," I croaked. "I do. "
Adam looked at me and he bit his lip. "And that's why I feel bad. Because maybe I don't love Olivia. Because honestly, I don't regret that kiss."
