I grinned a cheeky grin. "Should I leave the door open a bit so you know next time?" His blushing face made me laugh and I bumped his shoulder with mine. "I'm kidding," I said, "don't have a heart attack."

"So... You're not mad at me?"

'No, I'm not mad at you.' That's what I wanted to say. That's what I should have said. 'No, I'm not mad, let's just put it all behind us.' But that's not what I said. That's not even close to what I really said.

"I was so close," I said in a dreamy kind of voice, both flushed and horrified to hear my own...