“You kissed me.� His brow shoots up. “I thought that was what you wanted. I thought that’s what we were doing.� “No, I know.� I step back, my spine meeting the side of the bench seat. “We were. I just—it’s different now.� “What do you mean?� “I don’t want to play that game anymore,� I say. “I don’t want you to say things you don’t mean and do things you don’t want to do. It’s confusing.� “Who says I did anything I don’t want to do?� he asks. “You did,� I fire back. “You’re the one who told me you don’t want anything to happen between us—� “I never said that,� he argues, stepping closer. “—and I don’t want to be a prop to make your ex jealous, and I know I started it—� “You’re not a prop,� he says, looking hurt. “That’s exactly what I just was,� I counter. “You only want to kiss me when they’re there to see it. And I know I started it, but things are different now.”
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Emily Henry,
Funny Story