We had these heavenly little moments where he'd say s**t like I would never leave you. But that's all they were: moments. I couldn't keep holding my breath, hoping for another moment.
"We don't have to do this," Scott said later that night at the restaurant, his pinky brushing lightly up against mine as we were about to take our seats.
I liked that he was sweating. That he didn't actually want to do this anymore than I did. Honestly, I was probably playing with fire instead of just telling him how I felt. In my defense though, how do you tell your best friend of seven years that you just figured out you're falling for him, knowing he doesn't fall for anyone?
"Your first date awaits," I said, walking away from him.
Our eyes met across the room all night. Sometimes it was on purpose. Oth
