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“Better make-out sessions lie ahead.”
I shot him a confused look. “How do you know?”
“I may not have many talents, but I do know kissing is one of them,” he said with confidence.
“Arrogant much?” I quipped.
His low laugh rumbled around us. “Next question.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Would you rather find out I’m as good as I say I am at kissing, or be left wondering the rest of your life?”
Did a comet suddenly fly past? Why was it so hot when the night was cooling off? Kissing Ty would definitely change our relationship. My pulse picked up speed.
“Is that really your question?” I asked, voice tight.
He stared into my eyes. “Yes.”
His nearness shot waves of tingles down my spine. I closed my eyes and released a slow breath.
Did I want to know? Could I stand not finding out?
How would our friendship change?
I went up on tiptoe as the first stars of the night twinkled in the dark lavender sky, and whispered my response. “I think I’d rather know.”
Ty’s eyes widened, and a grin spread across his lips. “Good answer.” Ty brought his hand up to my neck, cradling it gently in his palm. Our gazes locked. Ty’s thumb caressed my throat and my stomach fluttered in anticipation.
Wait, what about our friendship? Shouldn’t we talk about what this meant first? “Ty, wai—“
The group behind us slammed into Ty’s back, knocking Ty into me. I stumbled backward, with Ty coming along for the ride. I bumped into the person in front of me who managed to stop me from falling. “Sorry,” I mumbled to the man who’d caught me.
“Justin and Trent, I told you to knock it off,” a woman’s voice scolded. “Give me the football.”
“Sorry,” the teen boys apologized. “We didn’t mean to bump into you.”
The brunette woman leaned around the boys to speak to Ty and me. “I’m so sorry. We’ll keep a bit more space between us.”
“It’s okay,” I told her.
Ty frowned. “That’s not how I saw that ending,” Ty grumbled.
Me either.
CHAPTER 26
The sky dimmed to indigo. I pulled my jacket from Ty’s backpack, my fingertips gliding along the silky fabric. The screens projected the telescope’s view of the Andromeda Galaxy. It was like a bluish-pink, shimmery plate floating in the inky darkness. My eyes darted between the stars visible and the screen.
After a while, my neck ached from arching it so long. Ty and I tried to stand back to back, resting our heads on each other’s shoulders. I was too short for Ty. He generously offered his chest as a resting place for my skull.
“I love this view,” I admired.
“Me too,” Ty said.
We were almost to the doors of the telescope hut. The line, though long, had moved fairly quickly. For me anyway. Ty complained at eleven-thirty his feet were dying from standing for hours on end. I almost apologized, but he was making up for that terrible date so many months ago, and therefore earned little sympathy.
“I can’t think of a better way to spend the day.”
“Because I’m with you?” Ty poked my side.
I jerked away from his fingers. “Meh. With or without you, I’d be fine.”
