down here because it started to snow?” I say, still a bit taken aback to see her standing in front of me.
She blinks the snow from her lashes and bites down on her lip. “I miss you.” Mittened hands fly up around my neck.
I pull her in, my own arms wrapping her up. “Whoa, what is this? What’s going on?”
“You’re so special to me, Aidan. I love you. I really do.”
“I love you, too. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, I just know it’s been weird with us and I want to fix it. I feel awful. It’s like everything is wrong lately.” Her head drops down, her hands travel away from me back into her pockets. “I…”
The phone I’m still hanging onto signals an incoming message. I know it’s a text coming in and I know who it’s from. Ignoring it, I slide the phone into the front pocket of my sweats.
“Who’s sending you a text this late?” Becca looks down at the phone I have hidden in the front of my pants. “You gonna even look at it?”
Quick thinking is needed. “I set the alarm so I could know when my workout was over. I time it.” The lie sounds ridiculous but she buys it. Or at least pretends to.
I run back to the bench where I left my few belongings and grab everything to leave. With my back to Becca, I casually pull out my phone and check the text.
Jordyn: You never replied. Looks like u don’t need a gym buddy. Too bad.
My heart drops. I can’t even send her a reply now. I look like a dick texting her, than just stopping in the middle like that. Sending her a text later will just seem worse. Serves me right. I had no business texting her in the first place.
“Aidan, I’ve been thinking about what we talked about,” Becca says when I walk back over to her.
“What do you mean?” I close the door behind us and we start walking down the street to our apartment building.
“If there’s more to us.” She grabs my arm, pulling us both to a stop. “Kiss me, Aidan. A real kiss. Right here in the middle of the street, in the snow. It’ll be perfect.” She pulls herself up on her toes and brings her lips to meet mine. Her eyes shut and my lips stay closed, pressed against her rigid ones.
We’re kissing. I’m kissing Becca. But it isn’t perfect. I know we both know this. For some reason we’re pretending.
Our kiss ends and the embrace falls to hand holding. We stroll down the street leaving footprints in the fresh snow.
“We’re good together, me and you. We’re right for each other,” Becca says, tightening her grip on my hand. “We protect each other from getting hurt.”
The automatic response to these things she saying, to kissing her, should be that they make me feel happy. Instead my thoughts are confused, jumbled by the kiss, still focusing on the unanswered text in my pocket. I love the girl who just kissed me, but there’s another girl I want to kiss. Badly.
I hold Becca’s hand the rest of the way home. At her door I give her a small kiss after we say goodnight.
“What’s going through your head right now?” She pulls her hands free of the mittens, reaches up and taps her finger on my forehead. “You’ve been quiet since we kissed back there.”
“We are good together.” It’s the truth. We are. I know Becca is someone I can trust, someone who doesn’t judge my past, someone I feel comfortable around. I bend down for another quick kiss, grazing the top of her nose.
She returns the smile I give before disappearing inside her apartment. My smile fades once her door closes. We are good together, but why are things changing with us? Why now?
I run the water in the shower, stripping my clothes off, and look at my reflection as the mirror fills with steam. The face staring back is ridden with guilt.
Jordyn .
Even in the shower the phone I left on the edge of the sink taunts me. Soaking wet, I step from the shower and pick up the phone. I need to see you , dripping wet fingers type before backspacing to clear the message away. This is bullshit. Once
She blinks the snow from her lashes and bites down on her lip. “I miss you.” Mittened hands fly up around my neck.
I pull her in, my own arms wrapping her up. “Whoa, what is this? What’s going on?”
“You’re so special to me, Aidan. I love you. I really do.”
“I love you, too. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, I just know it’s been weird with us and I want to fix it. I feel awful. It’s like everything is wrong lately.” Her head drops down, her hands travel away from me back into her pockets. “I…”
The phone I’m still hanging onto signals an incoming message. I know it’s a text coming in and I know who it’s from. Ignoring it, I slide the phone into the front pocket of my sweats.
“Who’s sending you a text this late?” Becca looks down at the phone I have hidden in the front of my pants. “You gonna even look at it?”
Quick thinking is needed. “I set the alarm so I could know when my workout was over. I time it.” The lie sounds ridiculous but she buys it. Or at least pretends to.
I run back to the bench where I left my few belongings and grab everything to leave. With my back to Becca, I casually pull out my phone and check the text.
Jordyn: You never replied. Looks like u don’t need a gym buddy. Too bad.
My heart drops. I can’t even send her a reply now. I look like a dick texting her, than just stopping in the middle like that. Sending her a text later will just seem worse. Serves me right. I had no business texting her in the first place.
“Aidan, I’ve been thinking about what we talked about,” Becca says when I walk back over to her.
“What do you mean?” I close the door behind us and we start walking down the street to our apartment building.
“If there’s more to us.” She grabs my arm, pulling us both to a stop. “Kiss me, Aidan. A real kiss. Right here in the middle of the street, in the snow. It’ll be perfect.” She pulls herself up on her toes and brings her lips to meet mine. Her eyes shut and my lips stay closed, pressed against her rigid ones.
We’re kissing. I’m kissing Becca. But it isn’t perfect. I know we both know this. For some reason we’re pretending.
Our kiss ends and the embrace falls to hand holding. We stroll down the street leaving footprints in the fresh snow.
“We’re good together, me and you. We’re right for each other,” Becca says, tightening her grip on my hand. “We protect each other from getting hurt.”
The automatic response to these things she saying, to kissing her, should be that they make me feel happy. Instead my thoughts are confused, jumbled by the kiss, still focusing on the unanswered text in my pocket. I love the girl who just kissed me, but there’s another girl I want to kiss. Badly.
I hold Becca’s hand the rest of the way home. At her door I give her a small kiss after we say goodnight.
“What’s going through your head right now?” She pulls her hands free of the mittens, reaches up and taps her finger on my forehead. “You’ve been quiet since we kissed back there.”
“We are good together.” It’s the truth. We are. I know Becca is someone I can trust, someone who doesn’t judge my past, someone I feel comfortable around. I bend down for another quick kiss, grazing the top of her nose.
She returns the smile I give before disappearing inside her apartment. My smile fades once her door closes. We are good together, but why are things changing with us? Why now?
I run the water in the shower, stripping my clothes off, and look at my reflection as the mirror fills with steam. The face staring back is ridden with guilt.
Jordyn .
Even in the shower the phone I left on the edge of the sink taunts me. Soaking wet, I step from the shower and pick up the phone. I need to see you , dripping wet fingers type before backspacing to clear the message away. This is bullshit. Once
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