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Fuck.

“I don’t know.” It was such a lame answer I kept going. Sharing the things that were going through my head was hard, but I wanted him to know I was trying. “You were so quiet, and I was worried about it getting weird. I’d just started wanting to make you laugh. I didn’t think…I don’t know.”

And I was back to where I’d started.

But Scott didn’t seem to think it was a stupid answer. “Do you want to kiss me again or was it just something you liked while Dare was watching?” He paused for just a moment while his hand kept stroking my arm. “There’s no right or wrong answer with this. Honest. He wants both of us, and I know there isn’t just one way for three people to have a relationship, so I’m curious.”

My mother always called this a “Do I look fat in this dress?” question. Meaning, the chance of him honestly not getting upset about the answer was slim to none. Luckily, honesty was the best policy…in this situation at least.

“I’m going to call bullshit on that no right or wrong answer part. But honestly, I liked kissing you. You’re still…you’re still Scott to me and it might take me a while to wrap my head around you not just being my friend anymore. Well, you’re still my friend, but you’re more.”

I was a reasonable public speaker, but no one would be able to tell by the way I was explaining myself to Scott. He was his quiet self, though, and just nodded, not minding my stumbling explanation. “Yeah, friends but more now. I liked kissing you too.”

I shouldn’t have been so relieved, but some of the stress I was carrying faded away. Nothing that had happened at the restaurant gave the impression he hadn’t wanted it, but it was such a big change. One that maybe should have happened a long time ago.

But then I would have had to have said something a long time ago.

And I was back to wishing Dare was still with us to give me or maybeusa push in the right direction. “Can I kiss you again?”

God, I sounded like a kid who was trying to figure out dating for the first time. The next step was going to be notes asking him to check yes or no.

Relief and something that looked like worry flashed over Scott’s face, but he nodded. “Please.”

“Yes” or “sure” would have meant agreement too, but “please”…there was something more personal about the word…more than just giving permission.

Please kiss me…it meant so much more as I played the words over in my head.

As I leaned forward, Scott mirrored my movement. Instinct took over as our heads turned and lips met. There wasn’t the passion and nerves that had run through me when Dare had directed us in the parking lot, but it was tender and…familiar almost. He wasn’t someone new I was trying to understand and learn. He wasn’t someone I was trying to see if we would fit.

I already knew we fit.

He was Scott…but he was quickly becomingmyScott.

One little word.