Some Kind of Normal

He attempted a smile. “This might be the ego talking, but I’m pretty sure that if I kiss you again…”

He shifted a bit, and suddenly I was aware that his body had changed. That things might not be so easy for him, you know, being a guy and all.

This was the moment where I could have said Screw you, universe. I’m going to do what feels good and right and…

“What if I want you to kiss me again?” I asked, watching him closely.

We both knew that I wasn’t talking about just a kiss.

“Right here? Right now?” he answered. “That’s what you want?”

We stared at each other for a long time, and then I shuddered, letting him pull me back into a hug.

“We’ve got all summer,” he said, voice a little rough. “To figure things out.”

“Thanks,” I murmured.

He kissed the top of my head. “For what?”

“For not thinking I’m a total freak. For not being pissed at the way I’ve been acting since Sunday, and for coming out here to find me.”

“You might not thank me when you find out the diabolical reason I c

ame looking for you.”

“Diabolical. That sounds serious.”

“Dinner at my house can be a pretty serious thing, though that usually depends on Taylor’s mood, and since she’s still grounded, it’s not looking great. But,” he said, arching his back slightly so that I could see him, “my mom’s famous fajitas?”

That was pretty much all it took. That and the fact that I wanted to float in this boy’s orbit for as long as I could. Trevor Lewis was exactly what I needed.

“Fajitas sound perfect.”

Chapter Seventeen

Trevor

“She’s a nice girl.”

“She’s…yeah.”

I waited a beat and watched Everly wave from her porch, and then when she disappeared inside her house, I exhaled loudly. I’d been wound tighter than Link’s snare drum ever since she’d climbed on top of me out at the dam.

I’d had to sit across from her at the dinner table when what I really wanted to do was jump over the stupid thing and kiss her until she made those sexy noises again. It was hard, trying to maintain some kind of control.

“Yeah,” I said again, turning to my dad. “She’s nice.”

Wow. That didn’t sound anything like what I really thought, but I hadn’t talked girls with Dad in a while, and this particular one had kind of thrown me for a loop.

“Nice,” Dad repeated.

I shrugged.

His face split wide open in a grin as he put the Mustang in reverse. “Nice,” he said again with a laugh.

“Well, what do you want me to say?”

“You guys dating?”