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I wait for his answer, holding my breath. Worried he’ll reject me or worse, laugh at me and then reject me. This entire night has been surreal, and I’m low key terrified of what his response might be.
If he tells me no, I’ll die on the spot. Right here on the log in front of everyone. At least that means I won’t have to worry about facing everybody at school after the rumor gets out that Rhett and I are supposedly together.
“You really think we could keep things friendly between us?” he asks me, sounding amused.
“I don’t want to fight with you—”
“I’m not talking about fighting,” he says, interrupting me. “I’m talking about how much I’m attracted to you.”
I go silent. All I can hear is the pounding of my heart. I wonder if he can hear it too.
“But I’m thinking you don’t feel the same.” He’s staring at the fire again, the disappointment written all over his face.
“Rhett …” I clamp my lips shut, unable to find the right words.
He shifts his position, trying to get comfortable, which is impossible on this stupid log. “You’re going to let me down easy. It’s fine. I get it.”
Let him down easy?
“Just know that I’d never give you a reason to feel confused or conflicted. If we were together, you would know how I feel about you. I’m an upfront kind of guy, even if I’ve never done this sort of thing before.”
“What sort of thing?” I whisper.
“Work so hard to get a girl to admit she’s interested in me.” A low laugh escapes him and the sound of it makes me tingle. “You’re tough.”
“I don’t mean to be.” I pause again for a moment, deciding to just go for it. “Have you ever wanted someone you can’t have?”
“No.” He grins. “If I want something, I go after it.”
“And do you usually get it?”
His grin grows, if that’s possible. “Always.”
I stare at the fire once more, though I can feel Rhett’s gaze on me. “I never do.”
“Oh, come on now.” He sounds like he doesn’t believe me. “Don’t pull a poor little rich girl act on me.”
“I’m not trying to,” I start, but he shakes his head, cutting me off.
“Maybe you’re going after the wrong things.”
The way he says it, so simple, so logical, makes me realize that he’s probably right.
“You think so?”
“I’m sure of it. Sometimes what you want is sitting directly in front of you, but you don’t even see it.”
I stare into his eyes, wondering if he’s referring to himself.
Wondering more if he’s doing it on purpose.
“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” I ask, curious.
He shakes his head. “Never.”
“Hmm.”
“What about you? How many boyfriends have you had?”
