Hersheys

Before I explain anything, I'd like to launch this rant with a simple phrase:
I'm sorry.
On that note, I should deviate into the reasons for my apology, which originates in a lovely little trick that I have often dubbed the Hershey Kiss Prank (alternately known as the do-you-want-a-kiss joke). You see, I pull this prank frequently because the utter confusion and embarrassment is typically quite entertaining, and the conversation usually goes like this:
"Hey, (insert name here), I really need to ask you a question."
"Oh, sure, Tor. What's up?"
"I've been meaning to ask this for a while, but I just never got the chance..."
"Okay..."
"...Do you want a kiss?"
"...What?"
"Do. You. Want. A. Kiss?"
"Do I... want a kiss?"
"Yep!"
"...Like, here? Now?"
"Well, duh, when else am I going to see you? ...Hey, why are you blushing like that? Are you okay? All I asked was if you wanted a kiss!"
At which I produce a Hershey kiss from my pocket, and everyone laughs. And, since I always prank you, I thought, 'Why not?' I brought in a handful of kisses. I waited for the proper time. I'd thought through ways to pull off the joke with several different responses you could have given. But I overlooked a few, so, needless to say, you took me completely off guard when the conversation went:
"Hey, (insert name here), I really need to ask you a question."
"Oh, sure, Tor. What's up?"
"I've been meaning to ask this for a while, but I just never got the chance..."
"Okay..."
"...Do you want a kiss?"
"...This is kind of random."
"Yeah... eheheh... so do you?"
"Um..." And here is where you decided and grinned widely, the crinkly-eyed, toothy smile that could light up a room. "Sure, I'd be down for that sometime."
That was when my heart skipped two beats and all brain function shut down. If you were anyone else, continuing the joke would be the smart thing. A simple signal: sorry, but I don't like you that way. Except I do like you that way, so I wanted to kill myself when the only reaction I managed to conjure was chirping:
"Okay, here you go!"
And promptly holding out that stupid little kiss. I wanted to drop it and squash it under my boot sole, because I know it fucked things up. That you now think I was just being my random goofy self and that I'm not interested. That I don't have much time if I want to have a chance. I know because we laughed it off and you called me ridiculous and we laughed about you (jokingly) loving my ridiculousness (which is what I apologized for in the beginning), but now all I want to know is:
Did you mean it?
And I'm running out of time to ask.