Oh.
Oh.
“It’s fine, we can respin,” Staci said.
“What, why?” The words were out before I could stop them.
“Because you’re practically family, it’s weird.”
“We’re not…”
“She’s right, Poppy,” Aaron said. “I can take another turn.”
“It’s okay,” I blurted, certain my cheeks were on fire. But this was perfect.
If we kissed, maybe Aaron would feel it too.
Maybe he’d finally realize how I felt.
“Poppy, it’s fine. You don’t have—”
“It’s the rules, right?” I lifted my chin in defiance, smirking a little at Staci. “Besides, it’s just a kiss.” Lifting my shoulders in a shrug, I stood up and moved to the end of the table.
Aaron stood too, running a hand through his hair as he moved toward me. “You’re sure about this?”
“It’s just a game,” I said, smiling.
I couldn’t stop. Because I was about to kiss Aaron.
Aaron.
“Well, don’t make us wait all afternoon.” Staci huffed.
“Uh, hi.”
“Hi.”
God, my heart was a runaway train in my chest.
I wet my lips, inhaling a sharp breath. This was it. The moment I’d dreamed of over and over.
“We don’t have to do this,” he whispered. “It’s just a silly game.”
“I want to.”
“You do?” Something flashed in his eyes.
“Yeah, I mean, I don’t want to give Staci the satisfaction of us not doing it.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay.”
The air crackled, and I wondered if anyone else noticed the tension between us. The tether stretching as taut as a bowstring.
“Here goes nothing,” Aaron murmured, dipping his head, his eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move an inch as he closed the distance.
My eyes fluttered closed as I leaned in a touch, waiting for the first touch of his lips. But it never came and I opened my eyes right as his lips brushed my cheek, lingering for a second.
Then they were gone.