We were home from the hospital when Evan came into the kitchen. I’d watched over him after the crash, taking care of every little thing, not because we were roommates, but of because stupid feelings I knew would never be returned.
“Hey, Chris, I appreciate what you did.”
“No worries. You’d do the same for me.”
Evan nodded, and I thought he would head to his room or something. He stayed as I made a salad and put the chicken in the oven. I turned to find him beside me.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were still here.”
Evan didn’t move. Instead, he stepped closer. His eyes were wide; his lips turned down in a frown.
I swallowed over the lump in my throat. “Um…about that.”
Evan wrapped his good arm around my waist and tugged me closer. He was better but still sore, so I gingerly placed my hand on his hip. Blood rushed through my ears, making my head spin. He was so close, his breath feathered softly over my face.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for months, but I thought you didn’t feel that way. We’ve been friends for so long.”
A laugh bubbled up and spilled out. My gaze connected with his and I saw the possibilities, the wonder—the promise of more. I couldn’t contain my desire. I slid my lips over his. We were both giggling as elation wove around us.
When he pulled back, he didn’t step away. “I want you to be my boyfriend and sleep in my bed tonight.”
This was what I’d wanted, craved for so long and here it was happening. Did I take this chance?
“Boyfriend, that sounds amazing.” Happiness filled my heart as Evan kissed me again.