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“Okay,” Simonsays.

“Goodnight,” Lance says, standingup.

“Goodnight, Lance,” Simon says, almost shyly. He smiles over at me. “Night,Willa.”

“Goodnight,buddy.”

I don’t say anything to Lance about the kiss and he doesn’t mention it, not even when we’re back in bed, wrapped in each other’sarms.

“He was pretty excited about Disney, huh?” Lance asks, his voicesleepy.

“I think that’s safe tosay.”

We lay in silence for a minute and then Lance tightens his arms around me. “Thanks for making me take the lead in there. I think…I think that wasgood.”

“It wasreallygood,” I tell him. “You weregreat.”

“I don’t know about that,” he murmurs, but he sounds pleased all thesame.