Do you know what it was like kissing Holly and looking up to see you?"
"What?"
"You said to begin anywhere."
But I hadn't expected that as a beginning, middle or end. I felt my cheeks getting warm. "I guess it was pretty embarrassing for both of us," I said, and walked ahead of him so he wouldn't see my face. "I know, I just kept staring at you."
"What were you thinking?"
"I don't remember."
"Don't you start using that line," he chided.
"Then don't ask me, Nick." Did he suspect how I felt.
He caught me and turned me around to face him. I focused on his shirt.
"Okay," he said quietly, "I'll tell you what I was thinking. I couldn't believe that I, who was never going to get hooked, had fallen in love with a girl who didn't want to date, and she was watching me kiss somebody else."
I glanced up.
"Your turn, brave girl. What were you thinking?"
"That Holly looked beautiful in your arms and that you didn't pull away from her the way you had pulled away from me when I kissed you."
He drew me to him. "I'm not pulling away again," he said holding me close.
