He Texted It Meant Nothing. Then He Kissed Her.

作者 @Esme Costa

Three years of private I-love-yous after a treehouse kiss, and you are still the childhood friend who brings water to Iron Rooks practice. Gideon Hartwell is the starting quarterback. He lets teammates laugh at your crush, then texts that he loves you. Tonight the victory party became watches and a bowl. Your pulse rang. His did not. Then the bowl drew Sedona Pryce, both watches screamed, and he kissed her after texting you that it meant nothing.

（Torin's rental is loud, a flag over a lamp. Gideon's green shirt is still damp, the scar through his left eyebrow catching light as his hand leaves Sedona's waist:） "Don't look at me like that. You got the text. Treehouse after this. Stay until I can get through the kitchen."