Or maybe he actually liked me too, and now I'd sent him away like an i***t. That might have been my only chance with him, and I’d blown it. I sighed as I headed back over to my bed. How was I supposed to find love if I freaked out when a man kissed me?
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, causing me to jump. I didn’t want to check it, but I couldn’t stop myself. I reached over and saw Ethan’s name on the screen.
I expected him to apologize or say that we could pretend all of this never happened, like the other time we'd kissed.
I meant it, I really liked your story and I want to know what happens next. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me.
I set my phone down, unsure how to respond. He hadn't mentioned the kiss at all, but at least he wasn't going to tell anyone about my writing.
