This is a very short story about Jess realizing she more than likes Nick.
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She liked him?
Jess liked Nick.
Of course she'd always liked him. Despite his grumpy exterior, he was a likable guy. But that like was the friendly like. Not the like she was feeling now.
She like LIKED him!
She wasn't sure when her feelings changed. They'd been roommates for two years. In all that time, they'd been in a few relationships with other people. Perhaps there was a time or two when she felt the pull between them. Instead of obsessing over that pull, she brushed it off. Nick was her friend. He was one of her best guy friends. Friends didn't cross that line.
But now she wanted to. She wanted to push the blonde flirting with him at the bar out of the way, grab his shirt and plant a kiss on his turtle face. Just the thought gave her tingley feelings.
However, her butt stayed glued to her seat. What if he didn't want her to kiss him? What if he just saw her as a friend? What if he wasn't getting the same vibes as she was? She'd be devastated. No amount of Dirty Dancing would cure her of the heartache of rejection from Nick Miller. She wouldn't be able to stay in the apartment. She and Nick wouldn't be friends any longer.
She couldn't risk it. Not being his friend any longer, not hearing him read the latest awful chapter from his zombie novel, not making him smile every once in a while, was unacceptable.
Jess LIKED Nick, but she couldn't tell him. He was too important to risk losing.