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everything going on, it’s
somewhat surprising that sitting in such a way with him actually
felt normal, which is odd because it shouldn’t.
    “Any time.”
    Not expecting anything else
to come of this, I smile and angle toward the door as I tug on the
handle.
    “Britt.”
    My eyes squeeze closed for a
moment, relishing the sound of his voice. How can only half of my
name send a shiver through me? I pop my eyes open and glance at him
over my shoulder. Trace leans across the console. Holy mother of
pearl, is he about to kiss me? My heart kicks into high gear as he
cups my cheeks, causing me to turn back toward him. I watch him
assessing me as inches are lost between us and then, his gaze drops
to my mouth before his lips land softly on mine. My mouth is slack
against his, the surprise too much for me as I stare at his closed
eyelids.
    Trace is kissing me.
    Trace is kissing me .
    My eyes close, spurring my
lips to move finally. This kiss is the opposite of us. It’s slow,
carefree, and so relaxed. Trace’s tongue doesn’t have time to skirt
over my lips before I open my mouth, so he can deepen the kiss.
This is better than I could’ve ever imagined. I might not have
expected anything to ever come from my relationship with Trace, but
that doesn’t mean I didn’t hope. It doesn’t mean I didn’t wonder
what it would be like to kiss him.
    And now that I know, I don’t
want to ever lose it.
    Just when my hands are about
to lift and dive into his hair, Trace pulls away.
    Before I can shut myself up,
I whisper, “For a long time, I’ve wondered what it would be like to
do that.”
    He flashes me a soft grin.
“Me too. Go on and get some sleep. I’ll see you soon.”
    No words come to mind, so I
nod, get out, and walk to my dorm room in a daze. Am I dreaming
already? Did he really kiss me? I swipe my tongue over my lower
lip. Yes, yes, he did.
    “Just where have you been,
missy?” Rebecca asks, lowering her book as I enter the room.
    I flop onto my bed. “I went
out with my former therapist.”
    “What?” she shrieks, sitting
upright. “I thought he lived hours away? How the hell did you go on
a date with your therapist? Isn’t that like illegal, or unethical?
You need to give me all the details right now.”
    Sighing, I roll onto my side
to face her. “Ever since I moved to college, we’ve sort of been
talking. It was only an email here and there at first, him checking
in on me, or me freaking out about something and needing sound
advice. Then, I got tired of emailing and gave him my number. We
started texting here and there, but a lot more often in combination
with phone calls this past year. He got a job opportunity here and
he took it.
    “He was going to tell me
yesterday, but someone,” I glare at her, “dragged me to a club, so
I couldn’t talk to him. I found out when I unknowingly walked into
his new office today. We had lunch and then he invited me to
dinner, which ended up being at his house. Then he kissed me before
I got out of the car. You’re all caught up.” Two thoughts hit me
and I add, “Oh, and he’s my former therapist, and he won’t
get in trouble because he told the college of our ‘relationship’
during his interview.” I even do the air quotes around relationship .
    Rebecca’s eyes nearly bug out
of her head. “ Relationship ? Wow. And he told them this
before you even knew he was coming?” I nod. “Girl, he has it bad
for you. At the very least, based on what you’ve said, you’re close
friends. However, he cares for you a lot if he told the
college about you, knowing they could’ve not hired him because of
it.”
    I hadn’t thought about it
like that, and I say as much.
    “Do you think your
relationship,” she does air quotes, “will become a relationship?”
she finishes as she wags her eyebrows.
    “I don’t know. Maybe.” I yawn
and stand to change my clothes, hoping Rebecca takes the hint that
I’m tired of talking. It’s been a long, stressful day, even