And the rain makes a kind of curtain, which is probably for the best. Because all of a sudden, I'm leaning over the gear stick, and my hands are on his shoulders, and I'm trying to keep breathing.

I mean, here's the thing I don't get. How do people come to expect that their crushes will be reciprocated? Like, how does that get to be your default assumption.

More than like it. I crave it. Because there's nausea and fog, but there's also this: an unshakable feeling that something wonderful is about to happen. That's the part I can't explain. No matter how unlikely, I always have a secret shred of hope. And as feelings go, that's a pretty addictive one.

And we're kissing like it's breathing.

And seriously, I can't even. Because Cal's bangs. Cal's eyes.

Hi," he says, quickly and softly. Like the word belongs to us.

But maybe this is a big deal. Maybe it's a holy freaking huge awesome deal.Maybe I want it to be.

Adoro como sonríes, como si no fueras consciente de que lo haces