She hugged me so hard I couldn't breathe. I hugged her back even harder.
Then she kissed me.
Not on the cheek, not like a sister. Full on the lips, a hot, wet, steamy kiss that seemed to go on forever. I was so overcome with emotion --
No, that's bull. I knew exactly what I was doing. I kissed her back.
Then I stopped and pulled away, nearly shoved her away. "Van," I gasped.
"Oops," she said.
"Van," I said again.
"Sorry," she said. "I --"
Something occurred to me just then, something I guess I should have seen a long, long time before.
"You like me, don't you?"