ColeI don’t chase.That’s always been my thing.Girls come to me.They always have.I don’t text first.I don’t wait around.And I definitely don’t stand in the middle of a bar replaying a kiss like it actually meant something.But here I am.Still standing where Maya left me.Beer untouched in my hand.Mind completely gone.Marcus bumps my shoulder as he steps up beside me.“You good?”I let out a short breath.“Yeah.”He doesn’t buy it.Jake doesn’t either.I can feel both of them watching me like I just walked off a field after losing a game.Which—yeah.That’s kind of what this feels like.Not a loss.Not exactly.But not a win either.“Alright,” Jake says, leaning back against the bar. “You gonna stand there all night, or you wanna tell us what the hell just happened?”I take a drink finally.Mostly so I don’t have to answer right away.“She kissed me.”Marcus snorts. “Yeah, we saw that.”“No,” I say, shaking my head. “You didn’t.”Because what they saw—Wasn’t what I felt.They
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