The Prom Kiss by Maggie Dallen

Author:Maggie Dallen [Dallen, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-30T18:30:00+00:00

Minutes after school let out I was hyperventilating in Julian’s car. “What have I done?”

“You did what you had to do,” he said, patting my knee in the super close quarters of his Prius.

I groaned and let my head fall back against the headrest. “Then why do I feel so miserable?”

He gave me a frustratingly calm smile. “Because it wasn’t the easy way out.”

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “If you give me another lecture on the dangers of the comfort zone, I swear I’ll puke in your car.”

He was laughing softly and the sound was soothing. He had a nice laugh. And great hands. I’d watched him practice guitar a few times now when I’d gone to his house to “study.” And by study I meant hang out and watch him strum his guitar while we hashed out the finer details of why exactly breakups were the pits.

It was a topic we’d officially talked to death.

He patted my knee again and this time his hand paused for a second too long. Have I mentioned how much I liked his hands? They were big and firm. Manly hands. Was that a thing? I was rapidly developing a thing for those hands. An intensely physical thing.

Like right now, I dropped my gaze so I could see his hand on my knee. My knee which was bare thanks to the short skirt of my sundress.

My mouth went dry as I took in the sight, which should so not have been a turn-on.

But it was.

Ugh, I had to get a grip. I was having a meltdown over here. This was so not the time to go swooning over a freakin’ hand.

He pulled his arm back as if he’d had the same thought at the same time, though that probably wasn’t the case.

We were friends. Friends, friends, friends. Even though I didn’t really do friends. But we were friends. Friends who’d kissed…

Have I mentioned how hot that kiss was?

Yeah, it was intense.

“I’m proud of you,” he said.

My heart clenched painfully with a feeling I couldn’t quite place but I managed a snarky, “Thanks, coach.”

It was a phrase we used on each other often these days since we seemed to take turns giving each other pep talks.

The silence between us shifted and his gaze on me felt heavy. Nothing about this felt friend-like, but I wasn’t sure what to make of that. Much as we’d been talking this past week we hadn’t actually spoken about the kiss. We’d fallen into this friend zone and neither of us questioned it or mentioned it.

So when silences like this came up, I got uneasy. Not bad uneasy, necessarily. To be perfectly honest, part of me was hoping he’d kiss me again. But there was another part of me that screamed bad idea! We were both too messed up right now, and even if we weren’t, he wasn’t my type.

You’ll eat that kid alive.

And then there was that. Thanks, Alex, for putting it so kindly. But he’d had a point.

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