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eautiful and mature girl you actually wanted to speak to, not a crazy sixth grader,” Aria added,
blushing.
Jason nodded slowly, recognition flickering over his face. He muttered something under his breath,
something
that sounded a lot like, Not exactly.
“Pardon?” Aria asked.
“Nothing.” Jason downed the rest of his second gimlet. Then he eyed her coyly. “Well. I’m glad you’re
making
your crush a little more obvious now.”
A ripple cascaded down Aria’s back. “Maybe it’s more than a crush,” she whispered.
“I hope so,” Jason said. They smiled shyly at each other. Aria’s heart thudded in her ears.
The front door whooshed open, and a bunch of Hollis students paraded in. Someone in the corner lit a
cigarette, blowing filmy smoke into the air. Jason checked his watch and reached into his pocket. “I’m
really
late.” He pulled out his wallet and fished out a twenty, enough to cover both their drinks. Then he
looked at
Aria. “So,” he started.
“So,” Aria echoed. And then she leaned forward, grabbed his hand, and kissed him the way she’d
wanted
him to kiss her years ago outside the journalism barn. His lips tasted like lime juice and vodka. Jason
pulled
her close, kneading his hands in her hair. After a moment, they broke apart, grinning. Aria thought she
might faint.
“So I’ll see you later,” Jason said.
“Definitely,” Aria breathed. Jason strode across the room, opened the door, and was gone.
“Oh my God,” Aria whispered, turning back to the bar. A huge part of her wanted to climb up on the bar
stool and scream to the whole room what just happened. She had to tell someone. But Ella was busy
with