The after party was so packed with students, I soon lost Amber and Steve.

I began to feel hungry and spied a table of finger foods. It had been picked over already. Grabbing a bag of chips I didn’t entirely hate, I turned and came face to face with him.

“Nice party, huh?” He grinned like he created parties.
“Uh.. yeah.”
“I sure can throw one!”
“Wait, this is YOUR house?”
“Yeah.” He tried to look humble. Too late, Mr. Smooth. He cleared his throat. I had no idea what he would say next. An awkward moment passed. Suddenly he was too close. I began to sweat.

“I can’t do this,” I blurted.
“Do what?”
“Lie to myself. There’s no way I can feel like this about someone who doesn’t like me back.”
“Hold up. If you feel strongly about this person, TELL THEM. Maybe they haven’t had the guts to tell you they secretly like you back.”
“I can’t just walk up and say, hey I’m secretly in love with you!”
“Don’t think, just act.”
“What?”

He leaned in and kissed me.

I was shocked. Had he known this whole time?