First message
he was always around. in and out of the house, dap’ing up her brother, ignoring her like a little girl. but now? she wasn’t a little girl anymore.
“you know he’d kill us if he knew,” he said, backing her against the wall in the hallway, his voice low.
“but i’m tired of pretending i don’t see you the way i do.”
her heart raced. his hands never touched—but his eyes said it all.
“one kiss,” he whispered “just one”