Selfish as this sounds, I meant what I said earlier,” he finally says.
I try to remember what he said, but everything is kind of a blur. “Which part?”
“The ‘I’m glad you came tonight’ part.”
So I’m not imagining the nudging or the sparks or what I could have sworn was his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand while we walked to his car. “Mmm. Well in that case, I meant what I said, too.”
He kicks a rock I’m two steps from tripping over out of my path. “You said the potholes in Leslie’s driveway suck.
