“I’m sorry,” Mal said, “but I didn’t want to wreck what we had. And you never really seemed interested, so—”
Noah’s kiss cut short whatever explanation he tried to give. f**k it, if they were both fantasizing about the same thing, then why didn’t they just make it a reality? A small voice in the back of his mind told him maybe he shouldn’t do this, that he should play it safe, stay friends, not rock the boat. But his entire life was rocking the boat. Testing the waters, seeing if something was good and real or if it would shatter at the slightest pressure. No, he was done playing it safe. Time to kick the wheels and see what they had. If it were just the shell of something, good for nothing but a moment’s amusement, then they would know. But if it was something more, if what they had was
