Page 102 of Love on Tour
“Yeah.”
“We did that, but then we kept going and had a brief kiss. Well, not too brief, ’cause I leaned into it and paused,” Christine said, then took a sip of her tea and watched her friend over the rim of the cup.
Julianna’s eyes widened. “Nobody accidentally kisses when that happens. Everyone pulls away and then feels awkward.”
“I know.”
“What else?” Julianna moved forward on the couch and clapped her hands.
“I apologized ’cause I was trying to figure out if I had leaned in and made it happen. I knew I wanted it, but I didn’t know if he did.”
“And?”
“When I said I was sorry, he said he wasn’t and winked at me.”
“Oooh! Christine. He likes you.” Julianna’s eyes sparkled.
“Maybe. But how can I be sure?” Christine shrugged. “For now, I still have hope. If he puts me in the friend zone, it’s over. I will forever feel awkward around him.”
“Is he still seeing Cait?”
“I don’t know. We never talk about her. And I’m not sure how to ask. I refuse to play the role of the other woman.”
“Never a good role. So, your first kiss with Matt.”
“Um, wasn’t my first,” Christine said with a coy grin.
Julianna sat up straight.
“What? You’ve been holding out on me? Spill it, girl.”
“It was kind of our third.”
“Third? And you never said a word?”
“One was just a quick peck, so not a big deal to anyone but me. But there was one night that I’ve been embarrassed to tell anyone about.” Christine’s hands flew to her eyes, hiding her humiliation.
“You can tell me.” Julianna’s voice was gentle, trusting.
“Oh, Julianna. It was one of the most humiliating nights of my life. I drank Fireball and then this girl offered me a weed cookie.”
“I didn’t know you liked weed,” Julianna said, her eyes widening and her grin ever present.
“That’s just it. I don’t. I thought she said wheat cookie.”
“Who carries wheat cookies to a party?” Julianna asked, giggling.
“I don’t know. I’d had two shots of Fireball. Then, I was both drunk and stoned while I danced on a coffee table at an after-party.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Matt rescued me and took me to the bus, but there was no way he was getting my drunk ass into the third-tier bunk, so he took me to the back room.”
“We all know what the back room means.” Julianna wiggled her eyebrows.
“And that’s what I said. I practically assaulted him. He fought off my advances quite valiantly, until having a momentary oh-what-the-hell moment and kissing me back.”
“And?”
