You knew kissing those two boys at the hotel was reckless, yet you had alcohol to help with confidence. Ignoring Art was easy, but you would lie if you didn’t find it amusing how he never gave up. Practicing with him was refreshing, so when he invited you to lunch after cleaning up, you expected it.

“So, are we ever going to talk about it?” Art didn’t look angry or accusatory; in fact, he had a coy smile.