Page 19 of His Secret

“Tomorrow.”

He nods, scratching at his chin, eyes focused on the TV. “Are you going to?”

“Maybe.”

“Is that your type?”

“Pretty much.”

“Hmm.”

“What? You don’t think he’s cute?”

“I don’t have to. If you do, that’s fine.”

“Well—”

“I guess I should go,” he says, scooting off the bed.

“What? Why?”

“You’re texting. I don’t know.”

He seems agitated now and I’m confused. “You don’t even have a car and you live half an hour away. More if you’re walking.”

“It’s fine.”

“Adrian.”

He turns to face me after he gets his shoes on. “What?”

“What’s going on?”

He shakes his head like he’s annoyed, huffing out a sigh. “Do you like me?”

“What? Of course I do.”

“Not like…” He pauses. “I mean, am I not being obvious enough?”

“Obvious?”

He blows out a breath. “Never mind. I’ll see you later.”

He’s out the door, leaving me on the bed in a sea of confusion.When it hits me, my eyes double in size and I leap out of the bed and rush to the door.

“Adrian!”

He’s down the hall, but spins around at the sound of his name. He looks frustrated but he stops moving and waits for me to get to him.

“Are you saying…”

His eyes dance over my face, landing on my lips for several seconds before staring deep into my eyes. “That I like you?” he finishes. “Yeah.”

“But…when?”

“Since the beginning.” He takes a breath and rubs the back of his neck. “I was already secretly crushing, but knew I’d never be able to tell you. When James let it slip that you’re gay, I was excited. I thought, well, maybe. Then I was confused at the party with you and Penelope. I thought I was giving you hints. I was touching you a lot. Taking you to my room, inviting you to stay, and then insisting you stay. Once I told you, I thought, well, if he doesn’t realize now…”

I shake my head. “No. There’s not one time I ever thought you’d be remotely interested.”