“So, how did everything go with Colton?” he asks me as we continue walking to our next class.
I sigh and bite my lip, trying to get my emotions under control before I say anything. “We got into a fight.”
“How bad?” he asks, his forehead scrunching up with concern.
“Pretty bad.”
“What for?”
I contemplate whether I should tell him or not. Suddenly, I’m filled with the urge to. I want to. I need to. But I can’t make the words come out. He waits patiently for me to reply, watching every emotion warring across my face.
“He kissed me,” I finally manage to rush out, my cheeks feeling hotter and my heart thumping at a million miles a minute.
He’s quiet for a moment. “How do you feel about that?”
I let out a laugh. “You sound like my therapist.”
He frowns. “You have a therapist?”
Oh geez. Good going, Natalie. “Sorta, kinda. That wasn’t the point.”
“Well, it is now. What do you mean ‘sorta, kinda’?” he asks, his voice worried and demanding.