All Chapters of When Best Friends Kiss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RORY’S POVI don’t know how long I had spent starring at Todd like I was looking at a ghost. His words has been repeating over and over in my head with no thoughts attached. It felt like Todd and I had frozen in our spots. His eyes were pleading strongly with me even though his lios had not said any more words since he said he wants me to be his girlfriend. I was thinking of what to say in fear that we would remain in that position for a very long time.So when Todd sighed in preparation for his forth coming words, I was relieved.“I’m sorry. I seemed to have scared you.” He said with guilt clearly showing in his eyes.I shook my head quickly. I did not want him to have the wrong impression of my reaction.“You did not scare me Todd.” I said softly to him. “I do admit that I am thrown off guard but you did not scare me.”His facial features showed a flicker of relief. It was my turn to sigh.“All this is just very hard to believe.” I said genuinely. “It’s sudden and fast and we are

TODD’S POVHer “yes” was a whisper, barely audible, yet it resonated through me like a triumphant roar. Rory was mine. The words echoed in my head, a euphoric mantra. My girlfriend. It felt surreal, like stepping into a dream I hadn't even dared to fully form. I let out a triumphant laugh, the pure, unadulterated joy bubbling up and spilling over as I pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her slightly off the bench. She buried her face in my shoulder, and I inhaled her scent – a mix of old books, fresh air, and something uniquely her. It was comforting, intoxicating, and utterly perfect. This was it. This was everything.When I finally set her down, my smile was still plastered across my face, reflecting the dizzying high I felt. Then, I saw it—a subtle flicker in her beautiful green eyes, a return of that familiar anxiety. My heart gave a little pang.“But… Todd,” she started, her voice dropping, almost shrinking. “We have to keep this a secret. For now.”My brows furrowed. A secret?

Even as evening came, I was still floating on a cloud, replaying every moment of my morning with Todd. It had been one of those rare, perfect days where happiness bubbled up inside me like champagne. I was snuggled on the couch, lost in a science documentary, a mountain of popcorn rapidly diminishing in my lap, when the doorbell shrieked, startling me. I let out a dramatic groan, wishing I could just melt into the cushions and ignore it, but Rosalie was on dinner duty, so it fell to me to answer. The bell rang again, more insistently this time, just as I reached the door and swung it open. There he was: Todd. Breathtaking, beautiful, a walking masterpiece in human form. My throat suddenly felt like sandpaper. I instinctively ran a hand through my hair, hoping to tame the wild mess that was undoubtedly a testament to my popcorn-fueled couch potato session. “Hey,” I managed, surprised my voice wasn’t a complete squeak. Todd’s lips curled into that perfect smirk, the one that sent m

Sure, I can definitely make the chapter much longer and more detailed for you, focusing on the romantic tension and Todd's sweet, romantic nature. Here's a revised and expanded version:Rory and I had shared countless rides, our bikes side-by-side, the wind whipping through our hair as we chased sunsets. But tonight, in the cozy confines of my car, with the soft hum of the engine as our soundtrack, everything felt profoundly, beautifully different. It was a rare, once-in-a-lifetime kind of feeling, the sort I’d only dared to dream about in the quiet moments before sleep claimed me. And now, those dreams were real, tangible, sitting right beside me. She was my girlfriend, and I was her boyfriend. My girlfriend. The smartest, most beautiful, most captivating girl in the entire world. The thought alone sent a shiver of pure joy through me.I risked a quick glance at her, my heart doing a little flutter against my ribs. She was staring out the window, her profile silhouetted against the p

(TODD’S POV)This was supposed to be funny! I really thought it would be, but something in my chest was telling me it wasn't a joke to me anymore.I opened the box, revealing the beautiful diamond-shaped butterfly necklace resting inside. My plan was to chuckle and say, "It's not a proposal, Baby." But my throat went completely dry. I saw Rory’s eyes widen in fear, genuinely scared I was about to propose. Then, as her gaze landed on the shining jewelry in the box, a wave of relief washed over her face. And that's when I felt it—a sharp, unwelcome pang of jealousy."Is marrying me so bad? So scary?" I asked, my shoulders slumping. Yeah, I know. I sound like a total crybaby. But honestly, I didn’t care right then.Rory’s eyes widened a bit again, this time in surprise. "What?" she whispered, clearly caught off guard.I just shrugged, still holding the box open for her. "You looked so against marrying me," I muttered, my voice a little rougher than I intended.Rory leaned closer, inspec