Lila
By Tuesday morning, I had convinced myself that kissing Shawn had probably been a mistake.
Not because I regretted it. That was actually the problem. I had replayed that kiss so many times before falling asleep that I was embarrassed for myself. I remembered the way he’d looked at me right before he admitted he wanted to kiss me, the way he’d stopped and waited for me to decide, and the stupid joke he’d made afterward because apparently Shawn was physically incapable of letting me have one romantic moment without ruining it.
Then he’d told me he’d fallen for me.
Maybe not directly to my face, but everything about last night had changed something between us, and now I had to walk into school and find out whether that something existed outside his truck.
That was terrifying.
Becau
