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I was about to tell hian a fa It was one of those old Christ in choir in eleht,” but similar My brain whirred as I tried to place it

Etienne’s fingers danced, his wrists undulating He swayed a little side to side, his posture still perfect I wasfilled my head

Fall on your knees

The butterflies ineven harder now What was this? I didn’t… Did I? With Etienne? With my best friend?

Why couldn’t I tear my eyes away from him? Why did I…want? What did I want?

The gentleEtienne’s profile He had to be concentrating, but he didn’t look like he was His lips were parted and eyes hooded Those thick eyelashes swept over his cheeks that were still pink from the cold

The song—I re similar—filled the air, and if this was Etienne rusty at the piano? I’d seriously not paid attention to how good he was

It seeic I’d watched him skate a ton, and it was a skater’s job to lide along with the lightest ss Etienne was an expert at faking ease

This was different I felt like he really was relaxed as he played the song, seely lost in his oorld that I wanted to be a part of

I wanted to kiss him

I wanted to kiss my best friend

I wanted to kiss my male best friend

Oh shit What? Why? How? Since when? I didn’t kiss guys I’d never wanted to Had I? Staring at Etienne play, I felt likeout of uessed it didn’t matter who else I did or didn’t want to kiss

Because no one else mattered

I was about to clietnote A new noise filled the air, and I realized everyone in the lounge was looking our way and clapping