Chapter 1
Amy
My head is pressed against his chest, and I can feel his heart beating. The sound puts me at ease. Holding him is consoling, and it subdues my anger. It’s warm, even in the pouring rain. We’re soaking wet, but I don’t want to let go. Enjoying this moment in time just for a little longer is all I ever wished for.
We say nothing. There are no words that can make this moment any better. Nothing we can say will heal the pain in our hearts. Only love can.
Jack lifts my chin and presses his lips softly onto mine. He feels different. This isn’t like the kisses he gave me before in the kitchen when he was drinking. Th is feels like an apology. As if he’s going soft on me, afraid of hurting me. I’m melting and yielding to his love.
When his lips leave mine, he smiles shortly, and then grabs the suitcase from my car. One of his arms curls around my waist as we both walk back to the house. He hauls my suit case in with no problem as if it doesn’t weigh as much as he thought. Last time he called it elephant-sized luggage. I’m still chuckling, remembering his jokes. It’s as if this lingering afterthought makes me fall in love even more.
We look at each other just standing there in the hallway. He opens his mouth, preparing to speak, but stops halfway through. I open mine, but then I don’t know what to say either.
“I … I don’t want you to leave,” he says.
“Yeah, you already told me a couple of times,” I say, chuckling.
“ Just wanted to reiterate that.” A flush appears on his cheeks.
“ I know.” We smile and stand there looking really awkward. The floor is wet from our shoes, and I watch the drops of water fall down from his hair.
“Listen … I …” he says, and scratches his head.
I shush him. “You don’t need to say anything. I understand. You want me, but you don’t want me.”
He laughs. “Something like that.”
“It’s cool. I get it,” I say, sighing. “Boys are so complicated sometimes.”
“I’m sorry, I just need some more time.” He steps forward and laces his fingers softly through mine. “It’s not easy to do this. Especially not overnight.”
“ It’s okay. We can take it slow.”
I take a step forward, too. I’m right below his nose, staring up into his eyes as if I’m making a promise to him. I don’t want to say it, the words are too demanding, but I tell him with my eyes. I will wait for him, but I won’t wait eternally. He’ll have to decide what to do some time.
He gives me a short peck on my forehead, and then he steps back again. “You’re soaked. How about you take a nice hot shower? I’m sure you could use one.”
Chortling, I say, “You’re soaking wet, too.”
“I can wait. I’ll take your car back to the garage in the mean time.”
I squint, knowing he’s just making up stuff to do, so he won’t have to twiddle his thumbs. He could take a shower with me … but I guess that’d be inappropriate considering short the time we’ve known each other. Besides, he wants to wait.
I have to do my best not to roll my eyes, because of what I think. My lusty brain took a hold of me for a second, giving me all these dirty images of what I wanted to do to him in the shower. My heart, however, knows quite well it’s too soon. I just left my ex. I can’t jump into the depths like this. I need my foothold back on earth before I do.
“Guess I’ll go upstairs, then,” I say.
“Yeah,” he says.
We both don’t really know what to say, I guess. After the uncomfortable realization that we wanted to tear each other’s clothes off , our conversations have turned rather fickle. It’s quite funny, actually.
I walk up the stairs , and he watches me as I go into the bathroom. I close the door behind me and lean against the wood, letting out a huge breath. I can’t believe I’m still here. I can’t believe what happened tonight. I never believed Jack would like me, and then he was groping me all of the sudden.
Amy
My head is pressed against his chest, and I can feel his heart beating. The sound puts me at ease. Holding him is consoling, and it subdues my anger. It’s warm, even in the pouring rain. We’re soaking wet, but I don’t want to let go. Enjoying this moment in time just for a little longer is all I ever wished for.
We say nothing. There are no words that can make this moment any better. Nothing we can say will heal the pain in our hearts. Only love can.
Jack lifts my chin and presses his lips softly onto mine. He feels different. This isn’t like the kisses he gave me before in the kitchen when he was drinking. Th is feels like an apology. As if he’s going soft on me, afraid of hurting me. I’m melting and yielding to his love.
When his lips leave mine, he smiles shortly, and then grabs the suitcase from my car. One of his arms curls around my waist as we both walk back to the house. He hauls my suit case in with no problem as if it doesn’t weigh as much as he thought. Last time he called it elephant-sized luggage. I’m still chuckling, remembering his jokes. It’s as if this lingering afterthought makes me fall in love even more.
We look at each other just standing there in the hallway. He opens his mouth, preparing to speak, but stops halfway through. I open mine, but then I don’t know what to say either.
“I … I don’t want you to leave,” he says.
“Yeah, you already told me a couple of times,” I say, chuckling.
“ Just wanted to reiterate that.” A flush appears on his cheeks.
“ I know.” We smile and stand there looking really awkward. The floor is wet from our shoes, and I watch the drops of water fall down from his hair.
“Listen … I …” he says, and scratches his head.
I shush him. “You don’t need to say anything. I understand. You want me, but you don’t want me.”
He laughs. “Something like that.”
“It’s cool. I get it,” I say, sighing. “Boys are so complicated sometimes.”
“I’m sorry, I just need some more time.” He steps forward and laces his fingers softly through mine. “It’s not easy to do this. Especially not overnight.”
“ It’s okay. We can take it slow.”
I take a step forward, too. I’m right below his nose, staring up into his eyes as if I’m making a promise to him. I don’t want to say it, the words are too demanding, but I tell him with my eyes. I will wait for him, but I won’t wait eternally. He’ll have to decide what to do some time.
He gives me a short peck on my forehead, and then he steps back again. “You’re soaked. How about you take a nice hot shower? I’m sure you could use one.”
Chortling, I say, “You’re soaking wet, too.”
“I can wait. I’ll take your car back to the garage in the mean time.”
I squint, knowing he’s just making up stuff to do, so he won’t have to twiddle his thumbs. He could take a shower with me … but I guess that’d be inappropriate considering short the time we’ve known each other. Besides, he wants to wait.
I have to do my best not to roll my eyes, because of what I think. My lusty brain took a hold of me for a second, giving me all these dirty images of what I wanted to do to him in the shower. My heart, however, knows quite well it’s too soon. I just left my ex. I can’t jump into the depths like this. I need my foothold back on earth before I do.
“Guess I’ll go upstairs, then,” I say.
“Yeah,” he says.
We both don’t really know what to say, I guess. After the uncomfortable realization that we wanted to tear each other’s clothes off , our conversations have turned rather fickle. It’s quite funny, actually.
I walk up the stairs , and he watches me as I go into the bathroom. I close the door behind me and lean against the wood, letting out a huge breath. I can’t believe I’m still here. I can’t believe what happened tonight. I never believed Jack would like me, and then he was groping me all of the sudden.
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