“We’re not dating. I didn’t say yes.”
I leaned forward and kissed her. Despite her words, she kissed me back. Her throat making that adorable moaning noise I was starting to crave at all hours of the day. I pulled away just as she started to pull me closer. “Then what do you call this?”
“Kissing.”
I raised my eyebrow. “That’s it?”
“Really good kissing?”
“Don’t overthink this.” I dropped my forehead to hers.
“How can I not overthink this? You and I can’t be together. It breaks all the rules of friendship. I…I can’t. I shouldn’t have even kissed you. I’ve been twisted up inside all day.”
She didn’t think I’d been thinking of that? About how wrong this was? But I was fucking sick of living like this. Kennedy made me happy. And I just wanted to be happy. “Fine, I’ll call you Alcaraz.”
She groaned. “I don’t want you to call me that.”
“No? Well, it’s either that or girlfriend. Your choice.”
“You’re impossible.” She leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. “Fine. Whatever. Call me your girlfriend.”
I smiled.
“Stop smiling so hard. You’re not supposed to be happy about this. It’s weird.”
“It’s not that weird. But is this better?” I gave her an exaggerated frown.
She reached out, touching the corners of my mouth. “No. I changed my mind. Keep the smile.”
I smiled and her hands slid to my neck.
“Okay, we made it exclusive,” I said.
She rolled her eyes.
“How is your ankle doing?”
“What? Oh.” Her cheeks turned rosy. “It’s doing a lot better today.”
“Really? Wasn’t it still hurting pretty bad last night?” I’d been wondering about this all day. She’d run away from me this morning without a single grimace. I was starting to think she was a dirty liar. A very sexy dirty liar.
“Yes,” she said. “It hurt a lot last night.”
“Are you sure about that? You didn’t just want me to come over?”
“Youtextedme.”
I stared at her.
“It did hurt last night still. But fine, I may have overexaggerated slightly. Because I like hanging out with you. Is that a crime?” She lightly shoved my shoulder.
I was smiling so hard it hurt.
“You already asked me to be your girlfriend and there’s no takesie-backsies.”
I laughed. “Get in the car.”
She turned around. “What are you doing driving in the city? There’s a subway. And taxis. And no reason to own a car. It’s one of the best parts of being here.”
