2 (no, i totes didn't write a novel, what are you talking about >_>)
“I notice when I get extra attention and interest from someone,” she admitted, though that was hardly a huge secret. “I could’ve lied and said I knew this whole time, but I’m not and I didn’t. Haven’t really paid too much attention in a while to the possibility that it could be more than just you or anyone appreciating the sights.” A shrug ended that statement, because tonight wasn’t a night she wanted to go in depth about past attempts to be someone’s significant other. Forcing her thoughts away from that path, Kendall turned so that she was facing him sidelong; not disengaging from the discussion, but putting up a defense from her memories so that she could focus more on what he was saying.
A year, or nearly that. Kendall furrowed her brow and was glad the moonlight and the slight illumination from the fire nearby didn’t reveal every reaction skating across her face. This was not a stunning revelation, nor a proclamation that Wyatt had anything beyond the stirring of feelings for her. For the first time in quite a while, she was the least talkative of the two.
That changed, of course, when it was her turn to speak. “You told me enough.” There was a finality in her tone that could’ve been perceived as negative - and maybe part of it was - but it was acceptance, pure and simple.
Sitting suddenly made her feel vulnerable. Kendall stood up, swinging her arms at her sides and watching the ground as she stepped a couple paces away, more out of a need to be mobile than any desire to put distance between them. This was risky. The scared part of her wanted to play this whole thing off as a drunken joke. The other part… wanted to be stupid.
“One thing I can’t say is when exactly I started wanting to see you as more than just a friend. Just can’t pinpoint any specific moment. All I’ve ever had is just casual shit, but I stopped all that after…” She moistened her dry lips and pushed aside mental images of the kid she’d left behind in Canada. That baggage was hers alone, a memory best left in the far reaches of her mind. She shrugged. “After I made a promise to myself to change. I can say I’m not the same person I was before I came here. I can say, other than my own, yours is the opinion I value most. I can even say, hey, you’re hot, let’s make out.”
This was ridiculous. Sass she could do. That came easily. Talking came easily. Spilling her feelings, oddly enough, came in rivulet. She breathed a laugh and glanced up at the sky, before looking at him and continuing. “I don’t know what you would want from me, and this sounds cheesy as all hell, but I’m not saying no. Don’t want to say no. I mean, why the fuck shouldn’t we start the new year off with a bang?” It could all crash down in flames, but spontaneity called to her.