Tell me you like me,” he whispered. He was so close I could almost imagine the feel of his lips as they moved, but not quite.
I pursed mine together, trying to stop my mischievous smile. “No,” I replied.
He shook his head. “That’s not an acceptable answer.”
“Well, it’s the one you’re getting.” I laughed and he did too, releasing me and flopping onto his back.

Author: Lacey Weatherford

Tell me you like me,” he whispered. He was so close I could almost imagine the feel of his lips as they moved, but not quite.<br /> I pursed mine together, trying to stop my mischievous smile. “No,” I replied. <br />He shook his head. “That’s not an acceptable answer.”<br /> “Well, it’s the one you’re getting.” I laughed and he did too, releasing me and flopping onto his back. - Lacey Weatherford




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