“You can take me home now,” I said coldly, still not looking at him.

Suddenly he stopped short. “What did I-?” He seemed to realize there that he had been laughing, while I had not..

“Sorry, that was stupid of me. Laughing. I wasn’t laughing at you, Jo, I swear. It just struck me as funny. Maybe becauseI’ve been thinking about kissing you. At the very least since you fell into the pool.”

I flushed at the memory.

“And I was also afraid that you would be mad at me, for kissing you. Because really I was only trying to get the conversation back to me because it would be ok if I interupted you talking about myself, rather than interupting you when you talked about something important. Like yourself, or Max.”

I stared at him, unsure whether to believe him.

“Oh,” I finally said, still doubtfull.

But then I glanced at his lips, remembering the soft feel of them against mine.

It was too late for any other thought after that, because by then I was already kissing him again.