I thought he was more than just cute. I thought about his freckles and how dark his eyes were, how expressive he was, and the way his eyebrows arched when someone said something he didn't quite believe. But I only swallowed, my throat clicking dryly, and nodded in response. Cute didn't really cover all the ways I felt about Eddie, the way being around him made my heart leap into my throat, but I would accept it.

"Oh no," I said, horrified by the idea of Beverly and Eddie talking about me. Maybe they would anyway, maybe I couldn't stop that, but I didn't want her telling him I liked him.

"Please don't. What if he doesn't... if he doesn't think about me like that, I don't want to strain our friendship." He meant too much to me for that.