Last night I was too brave to pull off the stunts I never thought I’d do. But the bravery didn’t stay long when it was time to do something.

It wasn’t my fault. First I kissed him, and then I asked him the questions that had been running in my head for so long. Yes, I was going to do it sooner or later, but I wasn’t prepared for it yet. It just came out of me. And when he opened his mouth, I was shocked and surprised. His condition to disclose the truth had me dumbfounded.

Being confused and overwhelmed with emotions, I didn’t know what to say.

I still didn’t know.

I’d ignored his calls and messages. I was killing time so I didn’t have to go to the office early today. Why? Because I was too nervous to face him.

The blare of my phone snapped me out of my trance.

My heart skipped.

Is it him again?

Relief flooded over me at once when I read Cassie’s name flashing over the screen.

“Hey, what’s up?” Setting the spoon away, I took a sip of the cold tea.

“The disinterest of your voice says that you aren’t happy getting my call?” Her tone was accusing.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s nothing like that. Just having a bad day.”

She hummed, “Had a fight with your Romeo?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Duh! Who’d be the Romeo of our Juliette other than Achilles Valencian?”

I shook my head at her. Even being sassy and sarcastic, she was into Shakespeare’s romance.

“No, we didn’t have any fights. But…” I sighed.

“Spill!”

I spilled everything to her. And she listened without interruption.

“I don’t know, Cassie. I’m so confused. I can’t just go out on a date with him. And I know him. He won’t tell me anything if I don’t agree.”

“What’s wrong with going out with him? You guys are jumping on each other’s bones any chance you get, anyway. What’s the issue?”

My cheeks burned at her remark. “We don’t jump on each other! Definitely not me! It’s always him!”

She snorted. “Yeah, right! Who initiated the kiss last night?”

I bit my lip. “I—the situation was different then. I… I was…”

“Jealous?”

“Yes,” I said, swirling the liquid in the mug. What was the point of lying? She knew everything, anyway.

“That means you admit you still want him?”

My heart stuttered.

Did I?

The fuzzy feeling in my tummy gave me the answer.