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look up at me. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his eyes lingering on me. “It’s not any of my business, I guess. Only, watch out, okay Michaela?” He made me look into his warm brown eyes. “Go easy.”
    I guess he was talking about being careful with my heart, because I’d let Seth stomp on it. I guess he was being like a big brother, which was nice, only it made me want to cry.
    His hand slightly brushed mine as he handed me the card. “Sorry,” he said again, practically flinching.
    Since our kiss, our relationship was so strained everything made him apologize, like that, just now. He just touched my hand, what was the big deal? Sure, it gave me tingles, but any time Gage touched me gave me tingles, he never noticed before. Was he apologizing because he felt guilty? Because now he somehow knew I liked him—like, loved him? Was it because of the way I kissed or something? Is that why our relationship was suddenly so awkward? Why he hadn’t come over when Izzie and I were playing pool? Did he feel trapped? Like our friendship had become a jail cell and he needed space, just like Addison was always saying?
    I was going to keep it bottled up with the rest of my feelings, not say anything since I was afraid it would make things even more awkward between us. I clenched my teeth so the words couldn’t spill out, but then—ugh!—they did anyway. “Why are you apologizing all the time all of a sudden?” I muttered.
    Gage cocked his head, looking confused. “You mean just now, when there was that painful shock when I touched you?” He leaned back in his seat. “Sorry, I apologize when I hurt people.”
    For a minute I believed him—almost. Was there a shock? That explained. After all, he’d flinched. But I hadn’t felt a shock. I’d felt … tingles. That seemed to be the difference between us these days—what I thought was good, he thought was bad. It was confusing and left me feeling vulnerable.
    I stared down at Logan’s note, the whole time feeling Gage’s eyes on me. It made it so at first I couldn’t focus on the words. To Michaela. Because it is so versatile (and I don’t have a sister).
    Gage waited, then raised his eyebrows. “What does that mean?”
    I stared up from the note into Gage’s questioning eyes. Suddenly, I was confused. Was he jealous? It almost seemed he was, almost, the way his eyes lingered on mine, looking hurt and tender, almost vulnerable. But no, of course he wasn’t jealous. That was crazy, this was Gage. He didn’t get jealous, of anyone. Besides, Addison was gorgeous and sophisticated and made him pant. I was just his friend, like a little sister to him. He was concerned for me, that was all, and I was a dork, imagining him acting jealous because I wanted him to be jealous. Wishful thinking and all that. Plus, I was all heated up from Logan’s gift and note. It had me thinking all romantic and fuzzy. But none of that mattered anyway, really. None of it. Because no matter what, I didn’t want to discuss Logan with Gage. It was too confusing. Not to mention, weird.
    “Um...I have to go to the bathroom.”
    I scooted out of the booth and motored away. I hid behind the wall, sort of hyperventilating—but not really. Just dealing with a lot of stuff. Gage and Logan. Logan and Gage. Suddenly, I was living the life of a Barbie. What was going on?
    Gage had kissed me. He had held me in his arms and kissed me. Just thinking about that made me feel warm. And dizzy.
    But then, Logan had kissed me, too. And bought me that dress.
    I couldn’t handle my pulse. I needed to hide. Breathe. Alone. But Logan was watching me. I looked around and couldn’t see him. But I knew he was there. Somewhere.
    I ducked into the bathroom.
    Just breathe , I told myself. It was just a dress. Not an engagement ring.
    But I knew how much the dress cost.
    I can give it back to him , I reasoned. I could do it politely . But the thing was, I didn’t want to give the dress back. I wanted the dress. I was tired