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Derek pulled away from me, his eyes wide as saucers and his mouth slack. "You what?"
"I…I love you," my cheeks burned despite the cool summer night breeze. "I didn't want to fall for you. It doesn't make any sense. I mean there's Sam, and of course the fact that our parents are married, and then there's how you and I fight like cats and dogs most of the time," I babbled on nervously. Curse Derek for always making me feel stupid and ramble-y.
Derek grinned at my discomfiture. "Case…"
"I just don't want to hurt Sam, or my Mom," I finished, looking at our family in the distance, who were all enthralled by the fireworks. Derek looked over at them as well, and sighed.
"I don't think it would go over well with my Dad and Nora, would it?" he agreed.
I nodded and looked back at him. "We couldn't tell anybody. I mean…if we were to decide to start up a relationship…" I knew my cheeks were flushed again.
He stared at me. I knew he hated the word "relationship." I swear he had a fear of commitment. So I would be shocked if he were to agree with having an actual relationship.
"Fine," he said, and I almost collapsed right there on the sand. "But under one condition. You have to break up with Sammy Boy."
"Fine," I also agreed. I was going to do that anyway. "But you can't be going out with anyone else either."
He raised his eyebrows. "Fine. But this stays a secret. No telling anyone. Not even your little friend Emily."
I placed my hands on my hips. "Fine. But we have to sneak around so Mom and George don't find out."
"Fine," he moved in closer to me. "So to them were are just the original fighting duo as always."
"Fine," I said.
"Fine," he repeated. We stared at each other, now just millimeters apart, and his lips curled into a smile. An actual smile.
I smiled back and we sealed our negotiation with a lengthy, fervent kiss.
I think I may have lost my mind.