He continues to stare for a beat. I imagine he’s waiting for me to initiate conversation about what just happened and if that’s the case he’s going to be waiting a while. I stare back at him blankly. I have no idea what just happened and no interest in bumbling my way through a verbal dissection of it.
“Well, I guess we better head that way. What are we going to tell them?”
“I meant about the letter, Lucy.” He laughs. “Don’t worry. The kiss can be our little secret.”
I have nothing to say that won't be potentially mortifying, so I stay silent and turn back towards the bike.
“How much do you think we should share...you know... eventually?” L...
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