“I didn’t kiss you, Kyra,” he finally says.
I can’t see his eyes because he’s still leaning on his knees with his chin resting on his hands, so I’m left staring at the back of his head.
“Yes, you did.”
Does he think I imagined the most epic kiss of my life thus far?
“It was an accident,” he says again, that emotionless tone totally foreign to me.
“Are you kidding?” I say, my voice rising slightly.
“No,” he says simply. “I’m not.”
No way. I’m not going to let him put himself into denial over this.
“How do you accidentally kiss someone, exactly?”
Now I can hear him breathing, and he lets out a deep sigh.
“I don’t want to talk about this.”
He moves to stand, but I quickly grab his arm and pull him back down onto the bench.
“Please don’t walk away.”
He turns his face up to the sky
