“Kissing me freaked you out?” Well, that’s a great thing to say to a girl. Really helps the old self confidence. What an asshole.
“Not like that,” he says, putting his hand on mine. I look down at his hand. What is going on? “I got freaked out because I couldn’t believe it was happening. I just couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that I actually, really, finally got to kiss you. I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I met you. And when I did, I thought you would hate me. I thought you’d never want to do it again. And that scared me.