As the others rushed to defend themselves against that statement, I slipped away and went to my room. About fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock on my door, and I went to open it to find Miles standing there with a couple of bottles of beer.

“Hi,” I said, a little surprised to see him. “What’s up?”

“Those losers are boring,” he said. “So I decided to sneak away some beers and come see how you were doing.”

I smiled. “Come on in.”

When he walked inside, I closed the door and looked at him curiously. “Doesn’t being in here with me kind of defeat the purpose of inviting your friends over?”

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

“I only have them over because they bring drinks and snacks with them.”

I laughed. “So that’s what you’re really after.”

“Yep.” Miles nodded.

He was so handsome that it made my heart ache. He made other parts of me ache too, and I was distinctly aware of how close he was to me and how easy it would be to kiss him right now. It was amazing how quickly my will crumbled into nothing, and suddenly I was sick and tired of always being so cautious and so weary of everything and everyone. I just wanted to… live a little.

“What are you thinking right now?” I asked him, taking a beer from his hand.

Miles smiled. “I was just thinking how beautiful you are.”

I felt a little spasm of excitement burst inside me, and my whole body tingled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Miles nodded.

“Prove it,” I said.

“What?” Miles asked, looking a little startled.

“Prove it,” I said, taking a step towards him. “Kiss me.”