It had everything to do with Hadley. And that kiss. My God—the kiss was spectacular. It had been so hard to walk away from her. From those amazing lips. I honestly had no idea how I’d found the will to take those steps in the opposite direction when everything in me screamed to move closer. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over me as steam filled the space. When I had the idea to become Hadley’s secret crush, I had no idea how hard it would be. By the time the water turned cold, I knew I couldn’t keep doing this. Having her and yet not really having her. Tasting her in tiny, stolen moments. It wasn’t enough. I needed to tell her, if for no other reason than I was pretty sure my dick would revolt or something if I continued to tease myself this way. But God, was it worth it. The sweet taste of her lips lingered on mine, making my body ache once again. I’d made my decision. I was moving my timetable. By Friday, she’d know everything. She’d know who I was.
