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Jamie and I are eating thick, juicy cheeseburgers and fresh-cut fries from the poolside shake shack. I’m still feeling a little bit down over Shay’s decision not to kiss me, so I’m indulging in a cool and delicious chocolate milkshake, too.
“Maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move,” Jamie suggests, obviously trying to cheer me up.
I give her a classic ‘get real’ look. “Does he look like the kind of guy who would be scared to kiss a woman that he finds attractive?”
“No,” Jamie admits, before adding, “But maybe he respects you enough to not take advantage, since you’ll be leaving in a few days.”
I nod, silently admitting that she’s right. “Normally, I would appreciate that because my logical mind can’t compute how a relationship with Shay could possibly work out in the lo
