I squint my eyes and glare at him. t“I don’t have a crush on Quinn anymore.”tHe raises a golden eyebrow. t“No?”tI shake my head. “No.”t“Why is that?” tI stare at him long and hard, trying to decide what to say. Should I be downright, painfully honest? I’ve always found that the best way to be, so I nod. t“Two words.”tHe waits. t“Dante. Giliberti.”tI hear him suck in his breath and I smile. Sometimes, honesty is refreshing and so very worth it. t“Me?” He sounds so surprised, as though he doesn’t know that he is practically a living breathing Adonis. I nod. t“You.”tHe studies me again and I fight the need to fidget as I wait for his reaction. tAfter a minute of nerve-wracking silence, he finally answers. t“So, will you keep the bracelet?” tI nod. t“Can I kiss you again?” tI nod. tSo he does.
