Chapter 5Did I almost kiss Nicholas Hoffman?
It was the question that had plagued Wes all night. In the rush to escape the Kwon’s, neither Wes nor Nicky had stopped to consider what had transpired between them on the couch. Now that he was alone, in his room, wide awake, Wes was free to agonize over the interaction with increasing panic.
It’s not like I was thinking about kissing him, he reasoned. Like, not at all. Because that’s not a normal thing to think about. Wes paced in his room, occasionally passing glances to the record player and radio that sat innocently on his desk. Maybe it was a fluke? Just a weird, emotional fluke from such a harrowing search and rescue. That had to be it. It was the best—and only—explanation that Wes could determine. And yet, somehow, something about it r
