Loving Cousin

We walked back out to the car and his hand slipped naturally into mine. My mind kept playing games with me. I noticed he was the perfect height, so I could wear heels and he'd still be slightly taller than me. Then I thought about how wonderful it'd felt when he'd carried me to bed without straining at all. By the time we'd gotten back to the car I had myself all worked up. After he seated me and got the behind the wheel, I leaned toward him, hoping to find our moment again in his kiss.

"What?" he asked, and the flat way he said it hurt my feelings.

"Kiss me?"

He wrinkled his forehead. "So are we still good or is there no 'we' either?"

I sat back fighting off tears. "Never mind."

"All I was saying in the kitchen was that I liked being with you."

"No, you said you'd always wanted this. I can't deny being attracted to you, but I can tell you I never wanted someone to make me feel this way when I can't be with them!" The words tore themselves out of me, leaving me in tears and shaking ne