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Had I really said those things to Jake? I mentally replayed the scene in the kitchen and confirmed that yep, I’d come out and told him I’d wanted him to kiss me.
Very smooth, Addie.
But he hadn’t been put off by that revelation — at least, I didn’t think he had. In fact, his gaze had lingered on my mouth for a few seconds, as if he’d wanted to kiss me then and there, and only held off because he could tell I wanted something a little more moonlight and roses for our first kiss.
All right, maybe not anything that overtly romantic, but a kitchen in bright daylight with his dog watching us to see if we dropped a crumb probably wasn’t the ideal location for that sort of intimate exchange.
We’d both put the moment aside, and eaten our bagels and finished our coffee as though something h
