I like you Frank. No. That's a lie. I don't just like you. I've been in love with you for years. And I'm not a little girl anymore.

I freshened up while I waited and tried not to get too impatient. I had waited years. I could wait a while longer.

Luckily, he came to me. He knocked on the door, and I opened it. I waited for him to speak, but all he did was stand there, staring at me.

So I spoke first. "Are you actually going to say something? Or are you just going to stare at me?"

"You're wrong. I don't think you're a little girl."

I cocked my head. "Oh? Then why haven't you said anything?"

He looked down at his feet. "I thought you weren't interested. I even asked Ally if you'd mentioned anything. I didn't want to make a fool of myself when we'd have to see each other at family events for years to come."

"Does that mean you like me?"

"I, I'm not sure. I think I love you, but I don't know what it feels like to be in love. So I don't want to say I am before I'm sure that I actually am."

"Alright. But would you agree to go on a date with me while you're figuring it out?"

"Hmmm. I don't know…"

As I knew he's just teasing me now, I gently smacked him upside the head.

"Ow. What was that for?"

Okay, maybe not so gently.

"For needing to get drunk before you'd finally make a move on me."

"I thought you were sure that you'd made a move on me?"

"That was before I knew you liked me back. I have no history of drunkenly throwing myself at guys. I don't know about you."

"I should hope not. I don't swing that way. But I don't drunkenly throw myself at girls either. My parents taught me more manners than that."

"Thanks for that mental image. I really needed that," I say dryly. Then I pause before asking, "Since neither of us remembers last night… Can I kiss you again?"

He wrapped his arms loosely around my waist. "You think you have to ask?"

I ran my hands up his chest before looping them behind his neck. "I was being polite. I thought you knew what it meant to have manners?"

"Oh, I do. I really do." And then he kissed me. Gently at first, just a brush of his lips against mine. Then firmer, his hands tightening around my waist as he did so, pulling me snug against him.

And then he stopped, letting go and backing away.

I pouted. "Why'd you stop? I liked it."

He groaned and closed his eyes. "Don't tempt me like that. I'm trying to be a gentleman. And if nothing else, I thought you might want a hangover cure potion as much as I do right now."

"Oh. Funny. I hadn't even noticed, but now that you mention it, my head does hurt a bit." I guess I had been really distracted. Or maybe I'm just immune to hangovers? That's good to know for the future.

"I'll go get those now. They're in the kitchen."

I follow him out into the living room. Looking out the window, I realize it must be past noon. Understandable, considering the circumstances.

He came back holding a vial in his hand. "Here you go. It's near instantaneous."

I swallowed it in one gulp before coughing. "You forgot to mention it's also revolting."

Just then, the fireplace flared green. It was the only warning we had before my brother stepped through.

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