I open the door to find Cameron sitting on the table with a small duffel bag beside him and a hand behind his back.

Strictly therapy! No personal discussions!

But it's really hard when I see the huge grin on his face.

"Going somewhere for the weekend?" I raise my eyebrows at his bag.

"Maybe."

"What happened to being honest from the start?"

"We'll get to that in a bit. But first..."

He pulls a salad and sandwich out from behind his back. "Lunch."

"I can't eat that now. If Jeffries comes in, I'll get in trouble."

"I know. It's for your break."

"Oh. Thanks." I accept the food and put it to the side.

"So we've had coffee, I bought you lunch... and this is the third time I'm seeing you. You know what they say about the third date."

"Physical therapy appointments are not dates."

"Maybe not to you, but these are the best I've ever had."

I can't believe I'm about to say this to Cameron Neve, but...

"Then you need to get out more often."

"I'm thinking I'd rather stay in with the right person. Now about this bag..."

He opens it and pulls out four yearbooks.

Why God? Why?

"After I left here on Monday, I couldn't stop thinking about you. And while I didn't recognize you from walking along Piedmont every morning, something about you was really familiar."

He gets off the table.

"And then I remembered... Senior year, that huge Halloween party at Matt's house. I was dressed like a dog and got wasted. The next morning I woke up with a set of black cat ears in my bed and the only thing I remembered was an amazing kiss with the Catgirl that I took them from. I wanted so badly to find her and kiss her again when I was sober. So I asked around, but nobody knew who she was. Everyone thought she was a crasher from a different school."

He opens one book to my senior portrait. Beneath it, in my handwriting is a tiny signature.

XOXO Catgirl

"My book got passed around that day at school and I never even looked at it when I got it back. Why didn't you tell me?"

The hockey puck I swallowed the other day is in my throat now.

"Then or now?"

"Both?"

"Then... well that's easy. I was the chubby girl with acne and low self-esteem. You were the super popular, hockey hero."

"The lanky one with bad hair and terrible judgement." He frowns. "I get it."

"But now... You're clearly not any of those things and I'm..."

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "You're still not ready to be honest with me."

My eyes prickle with tears and my pulse races. I can't breathe.

Is this really happening? Am I having this conversation with Cameron Neve? Am I also having the start of a panic attack? I have no idea what to do or say right now!

Suddenly Cameron grabs me by the shoulders and looks into my eyes.

"For somebody that works with muscles all day long, you seem to forget that the heart is a muscle too. It needs to be stretched and given a workout sometimes. Let me help you do that Bridget."

"I... I'm not like you, I can't play through pain. The truth is... I lost the weight and cleared up my skin, but deep inside I still feel like the girl that needed a costume on to be brave enough to kiss the boy she had a huge crush on."

A tear rolls down my cheek and Cam wipes it away.

"They're called crushes because they hurt. But this won't be like that. This will be a relationship and I promise not to hurt you."

He reaches into his bag again, pulls out my cat ears and slips the headband into my hair.

"Now kiss me Catgirl!"