"I'm sorry I squeezed it out of him. It was your decision to tell me, if you were going to tell me at all. I had no business --"
"No," I said. Now that I knew how she'd found out, I was starting to calm down. "No, it's good you know. You."
"Me," she said. "Li'l ol' me."
"OK, I can live with this. But there's one other thing."
"What?"
"There's no way to say this without sounding like a jerk, so I'll just say it. People who date each other -- or whatever it is we're doing now -- they split up. When they split up, they get angry at each other. Sometimes even hate each other. It's really cold to think about that happening between us, but you know, we've got to think about it."
"I solemnly promise that there is nothing you could ever do to me that would cause me to betray your secret. Nothing. Screw a dozen cheerleaders in my bed while my mother watches. Make me listen to Britney Spears. Rip off my laptop, smash it with hammers and soak it in sea-water. I promise. Nothing. Ever."
I whooshed out some air.
"Um," I said.
"Now would be a good time to kiss me," she said, and turned her face up.