~ Lily ~
The problem with kissing someone after spending weeks pretending you weren’t going to kiss them is that the kiss doesn’t magically fix anything.
If anything it makes everything worse.
Because now I know.
I know exactly what his mouth feels like. I know exactly what happens to my pulse when he looks at me too long. And I know that sometime between our first conversation and last night, Hector became a person I think about way more than is healthy for any functioning adult.
Which explains why I’m sitting in a diner booth at eight-thirty in the morning pretending to read a menu while deliberately trying not to look at the man across from me.
I fail after about seven seconds.
Hector looks up from his coffee and catches me right away, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“Morning
