I can’t think of a coherent response. Thankfully, I don’t need to.
Kevin clears his throat and, with more confidence, says, “When Kayla told me you were coming back to Maine early, I was looking forward to hanging out. I was bummed when I heard you decided to stay behind in Greece for one last course.”
My stomach flips. “You were?”
“Yep.” The word comes out strained. “It was gonna be my chance to finally ask you out.”
Wait,what?
I stare at the white lace curtains hanging across the room, struggling to wrap my brain around what he said.
He… wanted to ask me out?!
I hold the phone between my shoulder and ear and pinch my arm to make sure I’m not dreaming.
Nope. This is real.
The guy I’ve been in love with for years admitted he’s wanted to ask me out.
On the inside, I squeal.
On the outside, it’s a struggle to breathe.
Kevin’s awkward laugh filters through the phone again, snapping my attention back to our conversation. “But, uh… never mind. Forget I said anything.”
No!
“I don’t want to forget it,” I blurt out, pulse racing
He pauses. “You don’t?”
“No, I don’t,” I sigh. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect you to say that. I… I didn’t know you liked me.”
“Of course, I like you.” His words come easily now.
A giddy smile stretches across my face. “I meant I didn’t know you liked me likethat.”
“I didn’t either,” he admits, his voice soft. “Not until you and your dad left Maine.”
My heart thumps wildly. “But that was two years ago.”
“Yeah… it was.”
Oh. My. God.
Kevin has had feelings for me for two years?
And I’m just finding out about it?!
“Darcie?”
“I’m here.” But it feels like I’m floating.
Emboldened by his admission, I decide it’s time to confess how I’ve felt about him since I was twelve—words I haven’t shared out loud since I said them to Kayla.
I smile to myself.
Something tells me I will enjoy Kevin’s reaction much more than his sister’s.