Tuesday, July 27, 2010
"I like you," I say quickly, biting my lip as I realize what I've let slip.
"I know," he laughs, taking my hand in his. "I know you like me."
There'a a pause.
"And I like you too," he continues. I feel my insides warm up a little bit, thawing. Maybe there's hope...
"But just not like that."
My teeth slip and I taste blood.
So-fucking-much for that...