Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from JoA. If I did, Grace would be in my closet and Luke would be in my bed.
No - no, she had definately not just kissed Luke. She was clearly having an out-of-body experience or something of that nature, because kissing Luke was out of the question. "Oh no, I kissed him alright. And he kissed me back. Not just once, either. Can you write this off as a statement too, Polk?" Grace
thought to herself as she stared at the ground, seconds after having parted lips with her best friend's younger brother. "To hell with it." she thought, as she glanced up and saw how genuinely happy Luke was. Under any other circumstance, that smile would have been nauseating.
"I'm definately not interested in you either." Luke said softly, with a grin, as his hand went to her jaw to pull her in for another kiss. It was soft and sweet and didn't contain so much pent-up frustration as Grace's had. When they pulled apart, Grace's smile lasted only a few seconds.
"Dude, we really have to talk about this."
Most of that was pulled from the season 1 finale, but trust me, the rest is all mine.