Cassie, on the other hand, was going to blame Charles for her state of confusion. He was the one who'd kissed her on New Years Eve and he was the one who kept kissing her! She wouldn't be thinking about hands and lips if he hadn't started it by kissing her in the first place.
She hated that she couldn't stop thinking about it. She hated that she knew the smell of his cologne so fell that she could tell he was near her, just from the scent. She hated most of all that the first guy she felt this way in a long time just happened to be her good friend's brother. It had to be wrong, somehow. She was sure it did, because she didn't feel like she could talk to Chris about this and she talked to Chris about everything.
Forcing her thoughts away from all her confusion, Cassie shook her head and laughed at his epic display of ego. "Oh, I was really just doing Chris a favor, giving him a night off from you," she teased him, lightly bumping her shoulder against his arm as they walked.