“No one, and I mean no one will ever know. Take it from me; I’m a guy and I know the difference between guys ‘being nice’ and guys that are actually interested in a girl. So I kept them up until I realized that it wasn’t just Tom kissing Lucy, it was Lucy kissing Tom as well. We often parked here and, you know, just talked. “Get as cold as you want, November; Luce and I are keeping each other warm,” I thought. RIGHT now.”
I couldn’t find a single thing in reply to her argument. You’re too…too vulnerable, Luce, and I can’t do it with you. Without warning she rolled away from me and reached again the table’s drawer, still open. But her eyes now had something else to tell me and I realized quickly that it was, almost, defiance. I felt the tip of her tongue making the most hesitant exploration until it met mine. No, you look really great.” I don’t know if she believed me, but her continued blush suggested that maybe, just maybe
