Show Me The Way
Chapter 10
ZAYN’S POV:
“So, you did it?!” Niall asked excitedly. I hadn’t told him where I was going when I had left the flat earlier, but i’m pretty sure it wasn’t too hard to figure out. Even for him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said. It was nearly 6:30, I didn’t have much time to get to Evie’s. I didn’t want to be late. I was trying to get ready as quickly as possible, but Niall attacking me with questions wasn’t really helping. I quickly put some product into the palm of my hand, running my fingers through my hair to make it stand up in a kinda messy quiff. I didn’t have enough time to worry about this shit right now. Going into my room, with Niall hot on my heels, I rummaged around in my dresser until I found a suitable t shirt and a red and black flannel shirt.
“Oh my god, you’re like, blushing, mate. Blushing.” Niall cracked up laughing, falling onto my bed.
“I definitely am not.” I said, ignoring him as I put on my watch and jacket.
“Well, close enough. But this is cool, though. Now we can like, all hang out as couples.” I didn’t say anything back. I didn’t want to get too into this whole ‘couple’ thing yet, at least not until I see Evie and talk to her. I honestly have no idea what she’s thinking. I could get over there in half an hour and find out that she regrets what happened, I seriously have no idea.
But I sure as hell don’t regret it. Not in the slightest.
“I gotta go. Have fun with yourself and your hand.” I called behind me as I walked out of my room. Grace was busy until later, which meant Niall was being left alone for the first time in weeks.
“HAVE FUN WITH YOUR GIRLLLLFRIENDDDD!!!” I heard him yell back.
“She’s not my girlfriend!”
At least, not yet.
ANNA’S POV:
“Fuck! FUCK!”
“Hey! Watch the profanity! What’s wrong?” I poked my head out of my closet to find Zoey leaning against my doorframe.
“I don’t have anything to wear.” I mumbled, knowing how stupid it sounded.
“Are you joking?! You have like, more clothes than me and Will combined.”
“Yeah, but they’re all, wrong.”
“What are you freaking out about again? I can’t really keep track.”
I huffed, not wanting to get into the details of what happened earlier; mostly because it would cause me even more stress.
“Okay, i’m gonna tell you. But I don’t have time for a heart-to-heart right now. We can save that for later- Basically, Zayn’s been ignoring me for four days. He came into the cafe today, I got pissed at him, we ended up in a fight. Then he kissed me. The End. And now i’m freaking out because he’s gonna be here in 20 minutes and I wanna look cute, but not like i’m trying to look cute. But i’m also freaking the hell out because I think I need to tell him... everything.” I took a deep breath, desperate for oxygen after spewing all of that out in one breath.
“What do you mean - ‘Everything’?”
“I mean, like, all the stuff that happened... all the stuff he doesn’t know about me. I’ve kept it so hidden, and I feel terrible about it. And I like him, alot. And I don’t want to go any further with this thing we have going on until he knows me, for real.”
Zoey nodded, not saying anything for a few seconds. But quickly, she changed gears, glancing around at the clothes strewn around my room.
“Well then, you’re right. You need something great to wear. let me see what I can do.”
Zoey was a miracle worker. 10 minute slater I was ready to go in my favorite pair of dark maroon jeans, a slightly oversized grey sweater, my worn-out black Chelsea boots, my Topshop blue and grey coat, and a black satchel bag. It was a simple outfit, and i’m not sure why I was unable to figure this out on my own. I’ll choke it up to nerves or something. Because I was nervous. Terrified, actually.
Like I said to Zayn earlier, he wasn’t the only messed up one here. I’m just great at hiding it. The last thing I wanted was for him to become overwhelmed with all of my issues, he needs to focus on himself. But then there’s the selfish part of me that want’s to forget about all that, and just be with him.
“You look good. No go! flutter away, my butterfly!” Zoey said dramatically, making herself giggle.
“Thanks, Zoe. Seriously. And I promise i’ll explain everything later.”
“I know.”
A minute later, there was a knock on the door. My stomach erupted with even more nerves than before as I answered it. Zayn had an infectious smile on his face. I can’t help but grin back.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“You ready to go?”
“Yeah.”
“You look nice.”
“Thanks.”
“I thought we’d just go to Colby’s?”
“Perfect.”
“Alright...”
As we walked, I was slightly surprised when Zayn took my hand in his. It was nice, holding hands. It was such a simple thing, but it felt so good.
“Sorry for leaving so quickly earlier. You seemed like you had your hands full, so I didn’t want to like... get in the way.”
“You wouldn’t be in the way. I like having you there. It makes the job a lot more fun when I have someone to talk to.” He nodded, smiling to himself.
“Okay. Good.”
Thing’s went like this for a while; pointless casual conversation. I was gonna wait until we were sitting down to drop the bomb. I couldn’t help but wonder how he would react. It’s no secret Zayn’s not the best when it comes to confrontation, or deep emotional feelings, or really anything like that. But I knew this was something I needed to do.
“Hey you two! Usual table?” The waiter at Colby’s, Marcus, knew us pretty well by now. he was very nice, very cute, and very gay.
“Yeah, thanks mate.” Zayn said, still gripping my hand. Marcus looked us up and down, quirking an eyebrow in my direction. I just smirked.
We had barely even gotten to our seats when Marcus had placed a tea in front of Zayn, and a Diet Coke in front of me.
“I’ll just give you two a minute...” he said suggestively, giving me one more look before turning away.
“He’s quite discreet, isn’t he?” Zayn laughed. I nodded, laughing. “So, um... I wanted to talk to you about something.” He said.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Well, you go first.” I didn’t protest, since I think that whatever he was going to say could possibly change after I said my part.
“Well, you know how earlier, I said that there was a lot that you still don’t know about me?”
He nodded, a serious look on his face.
“I think, before we go any further into this... I need to tell you.”
“Okay.”
“Um, It’s sort of a long story. But, basically, I never knew my dad. He was gone before I even turned 6 months old. And apparently, even when he was there, he wasn’t really there, you know? So yeah, it was always me, my mom, and Will. But I knew she wasn’t happy. She hated being a single parent, it was never what she wanted. In all honesty, I don’t think she ever wanted to be a parent at all. She was never home; she went out a lot, came home at 3 AM, always with a different guy. It was just, so fucked up. But Will and I never knew anything different. So I would hide in my closet with him. We would sit in there together, and I would tell him it was a game or something. but it was really just so he wouldn’t have to see my mom like that. And then the next day, if I tried to talk to her about it, she would just act like it was no big deal, or she would get pissed. She didn’t work much, thankfully she didn't need to. My grandparents have a lot of money, my mom would never have to work if she didn’t want to. And she didn’t. So um, 2 years ago, we were already living at my Aunt Zoey’s most of the time. Our house wasn't good for any of us, it wasn’t really safe, or a place anyone should be living, so we just left. But then, um, I think it was a Thursday night...” My voice trailed off as my eyes filled with teas. I had pushed this night out of my mind for a long time. But now, as I recalled it all, it felt like it was yesterday. I stared down at my hands, I couldn’t look at Zayn. I was too embarrassed. “- We were at Zoey’s, and we got this call. it was in the middle of the night. She died. It wasn’t clear why, or how. They eventually told us it was a brain aneurysm, a complete fluke. If someone had taken her to the hospital, she apparently could’ve survived. But I guess it doesn’t really matter now. I didn’t want to make this, like, all about me, or into this big dramatic conversation. I just wanted to tell you all this and let you, reconsider I guess...” I took a deep breath, finally looking up at the beautiful boy sitting across from me. I didn’t know how to read his expression; it wasn’t one I was used to seeing.
Without a word, he reached his hand across the table, lacing his fingers through mine.
“I want to say something, right. But I have no idea what that is.” He said quietly, gently stroking my wrist with his thumb. “ And just so you know, there’s no way in hell that i’m reconsidering.” The corner of him mouth twitched upwards, his eyes regaining that sparkle. I gave a small smile, mouthing a ‘thank you’.
“But, just, you understand what I meant, right? You’re already dealing with so much, I’m sure my pile of problems isn’t going to help.”
“Evie, I don’t care about any of that. I just care that you want this as much as I do. I showed up at your house just now, scared shitless that you were gonna say you regretted that kiss, and that you just want to be friends. And this was, unexpected, and terrible... but everyone has issues, and everyone has stuff in their past. And I still like you, just as much. More, really. Since you felt comfortable enough to tell me about it.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier...” It’s been a couple months now, he might think it’s weird that I waited this long.
“You don’t need to be sorry. Seriously.” I nodded,
“So, what is it that you wanted to say?” I asked, trying to change the subject to something else, anything else.
“Well, I was gonna ask where your head was. And I was gonna tell you that... um, that i’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”
If we were gonna go for full-on honesty, I might as well just tell him the truth; “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time too.” I smiled, he grinned back, his eyes crinkling in the corners. We were still holding hands across the table when Marcus came back to take our orders.
“So, I see you two finally got together. Looks like that Niall owes me twenty pounds.”
“Wait- What?!” Zayn and I both said in unision.
“We had a bet going, to see how long it would take the pair of you to admit you fancied each other. I said before Christmas. He said New Years. So looks like I win.” I cracked up, unable to hold it back. it felt good to laugh after the intense conversation we just had.
ZAYN’S POV:
I wanted to be able to just enjoy the fact that we were both telling the truth and everything. But the things that Evie told me were constantly in the back of my mind for the rest of our dinner. It didn’t matter what we were talking about, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, living her life without a father. Or being forced to leave her house, or getting that call about her mum. I would look across the table at this beautiful girl who was able to laugh and joke and have fun, and I couldn’t believe she had been through all that. And I can’t believe I didn’t know about it until now I wasn’t angry that she didn’t tell me, just surprised. She had plenty of opportunities... But none of that really did matter anymore, did it? I knew now, and we both finally knew how the other one felt.
“Do you wanna, go?” Evie said after I had paid the bill. She gave me a cheeky look.
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”
Not even 15 minutes later, we were horizontal on my couch. Evie’s hair had fallen out of it’s loose side braid thanks to my fingers running through it constantly as I nipped at the exposed skin of her neck. Evie’s lips found mine, kissing me desperately. I hovered above her, her legs wrapped securely around my waist.
“Shit, it’s hot in here.” she said breathlessly. “I don’t want to seem like, slutty, or to lead you on or anything by taking my shirt off, but-”
“Ev, it’s fine.” I chuckled as she lifted her sweater over her head I couldn’t help be stare at her blue lace bra.
“It’s purely for comfort reasons, Malik.” She giggled, lying back down.
“Uh huh.” I responded, kissing her again. Her fingers ran through my hair, massaging my scalp, which felt amazing. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan as her fingertips moved expertly. I kissed her harder. She bit down gently on my bottom lip, tugging slightly.
“If you’re trying to take things slow, you’re not doing the best job at it, babe.” I joked.
“Just fucking kiss me.“ She panted. I happily obliged. The softness of her skin contrasted dramatically with the roughness of my stubbly cheek, but I liked that. My hands instinctively moved from her hips, up her stomach, getting dangerously close to her bra-clad chest. But before either she could protest, or I could get any further, the door flung open and the overhead lights were flicked on.
“ ‘Aye, Zayn, you here?!”
Fucking. Niall.
“Oh my god!” I heard a girl yelp. I sat up to see Niall and Grace hand-in-hand, standing by the still-open door, both with surprised looks on their face.
“Oh my god!” Evie echoed, grabbing her sweater that had been discarded on the ground and throwing it over her head.
“Um, wow- Okay- Uh, sorry. We’re just gonna... go in my room for a bit.” Niall stuttered, pulling Grace away.
“Yeah, you do that.” I responded.
Looking down at Evie, she had her hands over her face.
“Oh my god...” She said quietly, giggling slightly. her cheeks were flushed. It was adorable. It was then that I realized i was still sort of sitting on top of her.
“Sorry-” I said, getting up so we could both comfortably sit on the couch.
“So I guess if we had any plans of not telling the par of them, that’ shot to hell now.”
“Yeah, I guess. Whatever, they would’ve found out eventually. That was just sort of embarrassing.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it. You don’t even want to know how many times i’ve walked in on him and Grace.” She giggled again, leaning her forehead on my shoulder. We both stopped, and she moved so her chin now rested there and she was able to look up at me.
“Thank you for being so cool about everything. I know i’m sort of a handful.” She smiled meekly.
I leaned down, pressing my lips gently to hers. “Don’t worry, you’re worth it.”
“So, you did it?!” Niall asked excitedly. I hadn’t told him where I was going when I had left the flat earlier, but i’m pretty sure it wasn’t too hard to figure out. Even for him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said. It was nearly 6:30, I didn’t have much time to get to Evie’s. I didn’t want to be late. I was trying to get ready as quickly as possible, but Niall attacking me with questions wasn’t really helping. I quickly put some product into the palm of my hand, running my fingers through my hair to make it stand up in a kinda messy quiff. I didn’t have enough time to worry about this shit right now. Going into my room, with Niall hot on my heels, I rummaged around in my dresser until I found a suitable t shirt and a red and black flannel shirt.
“Oh my god, you’re like, blushing, mate. Blushing.” Niall cracked up laughing, falling onto my bed.
“I definitely am not.” I said, ignoring him as I put on my watch and jacket.
“Well, close enough. But this is cool, though. Now we can like, all hang out as couples.” I didn’t say anything back. I didn’t want to get too into this whole ‘couple’ thing yet, at least not until I see Evie and talk to her. I honestly have no idea what she’s thinking. I could get over there in half an hour and find out that she regrets what happened, I seriously have no idea.
But I sure as hell don’t regret it. Not in the slightest.
“I gotta go. Have fun with yourself and your hand.” I called behind me as I walked out of my room. Grace was busy until later, which meant Niall was being left alone for the first time in weeks.
“HAVE FUN WITH YOUR GIRLLLLFRIENDDDD!!!” I heard him yell back.
“She’s not my girlfriend!”
At least, not yet.
ANNA’S POV:
“Fuck! FUCK!”
“Hey! Watch the profanity! What’s wrong?” I poked my head out of my closet to find Zoey leaning against my doorframe.
“I don’t have anything to wear.” I mumbled, knowing how stupid it sounded.
“Are you joking?! You have like, more clothes than me and Will combined.”
“Yeah, but they’re all, wrong.”
“What are you freaking out about again? I can’t really keep track.”
I huffed, not wanting to get into the details of what happened earlier; mostly because it would cause me even more stress.
“Okay, i’m gonna tell you. But I don’t have time for a heart-to-heart right now. We can save that for later- Basically, Zayn’s been ignoring me for four days. He came into the cafe today, I got pissed at him, we ended up in a fight. Then he kissed me. The End. And now i’m freaking out because he’s gonna be here in 20 minutes and I wanna look cute, but not like i’m trying to look cute. But i’m also freaking the hell out because I think I need to tell him... everything.” I took a deep breath, desperate for oxygen after spewing all of that out in one breath.
“What do you mean - ‘Everything’?”
“I mean, like, all the stuff that happened... all the stuff he doesn’t know about me. I’ve kept it so hidden, and I feel terrible about it. And I like him, alot. And I don’t want to go any further with this thing we have going on until he knows me, for real.”
Zoey nodded, not saying anything for a few seconds. But quickly, she changed gears, glancing around at the clothes strewn around my room.
“Well then, you’re right. You need something great to wear. let me see what I can do.”
Zoey was a miracle worker. 10 minute slater I was ready to go in my favorite pair of dark maroon jeans, a slightly oversized grey sweater, my worn-out black Chelsea boots, my Topshop blue and grey coat, and a black satchel bag. It was a simple outfit, and i’m not sure why I was unable to figure this out on my own. I’ll choke it up to nerves or something. Because I was nervous. Terrified, actually.
Like I said to Zayn earlier, he wasn’t the only messed up one here. I’m just great at hiding it. The last thing I wanted was for him to become overwhelmed with all of my issues, he needs to focus on himself. But then there’s the selfish part of me that want’s to forget about all that, and just be with him.
“You look good. No go! flutter away, my butterfly!” Zoey said dramatically, making herself giggle.
“Thanks, Zoe. Seriously. And I promise i’ll explain everything later.”
“I know.”
A minute later, there was a knock on the door. My stomach erupted with even more nerves than before as I answered it. Zayn had an infectious smile on his face. I can’t help but grin back.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“You ready to go?”
“Yeah.”
“You look nice.”
“Thanks.”
“I thought we’d just go to Colby’s?”
“Perfect.”
“Alright...”
As we walked, I was slightly surprised when Zayn took my hand in his. It was nice, holding hands. It was such a simple thing, but it felt so good.
“Sorry for leaving so quickly earlier. You seemed like you had your hands full, so I didn’t want to like... get in the way.”
“You wouldn’t be in the way. I like having you there. It makes the job a lot more fun when I have someone to talk to.” He nodded, smiling to himself.
“Okay. Good.”
Thing’s went like this for a while; pointless casual conversation. I was gonna wait until we were sitting down to drop the bomb. I couldn’t help but wonder how he would react. It’s no secret Zayn’s not the best when it comes to confrontation, or deep emotional feelings, or really anything like that. But I knew this was something I needed to do.
“Hey you two! Usual table?” The waiter at Colby’s, Marcus, knew us pretty well by now. he was very nice, very cute, and very gay.
“Yeah, thanks mate.” Zayn said, still gripping my hand. Marcus looked us up and down, quirking an eyebrow in my direction. I just smirked.
We had barely even gotten to our seats when Marcus had placed a tea in front of Zayn, and a Diet Coke in front of me.
“I’ll just give you two a minute...” he said suggestively, giving me one more look before turning away.
“He’s quite discreet, isn’t he?” Zayn laughed. I nodded, laughing. “So, um... I wanted to talk to you about something.” He said.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Well, you go first.” I didn’t protest, since I think that whatever he was going to say could possibly change after I said my part.
“Well, you know how earlier, I said that there was a lot that you still don’t know about me?”
He nodded, a serious look on his face.
“I think, before we go any further into this... I need to tell you.”
“Okay.”
“Um, It’s sort of a long story. But, basically, I never knew my dad. He was gone before I even turned 6 months old. And apparently, even when he was there, he wasn’t really there, you know? So yeah, it was always me, my mom, and Will. But I knew she wasn’t happy. She hated being a single parent, it was never what she wanted. In all honesty, I don’t think she ever wanted to be a parent at all. She was never home; she went out a lot, came home at 3 AM, always with a different guy. It was just, so fucked up. But Will and I never knew anything different. So I would hide in my closet with him. We would sit in there together, and I would tell him it was a game or something. but it was really just so he wouldn’t have to see my mom like that. And then the next day, if I tried to talk to her about it, she would just act like it was no big deal, or she would get pissed. She didn’t work much, thankfully she didn't need to. My grandparents have a lot of money, my mom would never have to work if she didn’t want to. And she didn’t. So um, 2 years ago, we were already living at my Aunt Zoey’s most of the time. Our house wasn't good for any of us, it wasn’t really safe, or a place anyone should be living, so we just left. But then, um, I think it was a Thursday night...” My voice trailed off as my eyes filled with teas. I had pushed this night out of my mind for a long time. But now, as I recalled it all, it felt like it was yesterday. I stared down at my hands, I couldn’t look at Zayn. I was too embarrassed. “- We were at Zoey’s, and we got this call. it was in the middle of the night. She died. It wasn’t clear why, or how. They eventually told us it was a brain aneurysm, a complete fluke. If someone had taken her to the hospital, she apparently could’ve survived. But I guess it doesn’t really matter now. I didn’t want to make this, like, all about me, or into this big dramatic conversation. I just wanted to tell you all this and let you, reconsider I guess...” I took a deep breath, finally looking up at the beautiful boy sitting across from me. I didn’t know how to read his expression; it wasn’t one I was used to seeing.
Without a word, he reached his hand across the table, lacing his fingers through mine.
“I want to say something, right. But I have no idea what that is.” He said quietly, gently stroking my wrist with his thumb. “ And just so you know, there’s no way in hell that i’m reconsidering.” The corner of him mouth twitched upwards, his eyes regaining that sparkle. I gave a small smile, mouthing a ‘thank you’.
“But, just, you understand what I meant, right? You’re already dealing with so much, I’m sure my pile of problems isn’t going to help.”
“Evie, I don’t care about any of that. I just care that you want this as much as I do. I showed up at your house just now, scared shitless that you were gonna say you regretted that kiss, and that you just want to be friends. And this was, unexpected, and terrible... but everyone has issues, and everyone has stuff in their past. And I still like you, just as much. More, really. Since you felt comfortable enough to tell me about it.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier...” It’s been a couple months now, he might think it’s weird that I waited this long.
“You don’t need to be sorry. Seriously.” I nodded,
“So, what is it that you wanted to say?” I asked, trying to change the subject to something else, anything else.
“Well, I was gonna ask where your head was. And I was gonna tell you that... um, that i’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”
If we were gonna go for full-on honesty, I might as well just tell him the truth; “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time too.” I smiled, he grinned back, his eyes crinkling in the corners. We were still holding hands across the table when Marcus came back to take our orders.
“So, I see you two finally got together. Looks like that Niall owes me twenty pounds.”
“Wait- What?!” Zayn and I both said in unision.
“We had a bet going, to see how long it would take the pair of you to admit you fancied each other. I said before Christmas. He said New Years. So looks like I win.” I cracked up, unable to hold it back. it felt good to laugh after the intense conversation we just had.
ZAYN’S POV:
I wanted to be able to just enjoy the fact that we were both telling the truth and everything. But the things that Evie told me were constantly in the back of my mind for the rest of our dinner. It didn’t matter what we were talking about, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, living her life without a father. Or being forced to leave her house, or getting that call about her mum. I would look across the table at this beautiful girl who was able to laugh and joke and have fun, and I couldn’t believe she had been through all that. And I can’t believe I didn’t know about it until now I wasn’t angry that she didn’t tell me, just surprised. She had plenty of opportunities... But none of that really did matter anymore, did it? I knew now, and we both finally knew how the other one felt.
“Do you wanna, go?” Evie said after I had paid the bill. She gave me a cheeky look.
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”
Not even 15 minutes later, we were horizontal on my couch. Evie’s hair had fallen out of it’s loose side braid thanks to my fingers running through it constantly as I nipped at the exposed skin of her neck. Evie’s lips found mine, kissing me desperately. I hovered above her, her legs wrapped securely around my waist.
“Shit, it’s hot in here.” she said breathlessly. “I don’t want to seem like, slutty, or to lead you on or anything by taking my shirt off, but-”
“Ev, it’s fine.” I chuckled as she lifted her sweater over her head I couldn’t help be stare at her blue lace bra.
“It’s purely for comfort reasons, Malik.” She giggled, lying back down.
“Uh huh.” I responded, kissing her again. Her fingers ran through my hair, massaging my scalp, which felt amazing. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan as her fingertips moved expertly. I kissed her harder. She bit down gently on my bottom lip, tugging slightly.
“If you’re trying to take things slow, you’re not doing the best job at it, babe.” I joked.
“Just fucking kiss me.“ She panted. I happily obliged. The softness of her skin contrasted dramatically with the roughness of my stubbly cheek, but I liked that. My hands instinctively moved from her hips, up her stomach, getting dangerously close to her bra-clad chest. But before either she could protest, or I could get any further, the door flung open and the overhead lights were flicked on.
“ ‘Aye, Zayn, you here?!”
Fucking. Niall.
“Oh my god!” I heard a girl yelp. I sat up to see Niall and Grace hand-in-hand, standing by the still-open door, both with surprised looks on their face.
“Oh my god!” Evie echoed, grabbing her sweater that had been discarded on the ground and throwing it over her head.
“Um, wow- Okay- Uh, sorry. We’re just gonna... go in my room for a bit.” Niall stuttered, pulling Grace away.
“Yeah, you do that.” I responded.
Looking down at Evie, she had her hands over her face.
“Oh my god...” She said quietly, giggling slightly. her cheeks were flushed. It was adorable. It was then that I realized i was still sort of sitting on top of her.
“Sorry-” I said, getting up so we could both comfortably sit on the couch.
“So I guess if we had any plans of not telling the par of them, that’ shot to hell now.”
“Yeah, I guess. Whatever, they would’ve found out eventually. That was just sort of embarrassing.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it. You don’t even want to know how many times i’ve walked in on him and Grace.” She giggled again, leaning her forehead on my shoulder. We both stopped, and she moved so her chin now rested there and she was able to look up at me.
“Thank you for being so cool about everything. I know i’m sort of a handful.” She smiled meekly.
I leaned down, pressing my lips gently to hers. “Don’t worry, you’re worth it.”
Notes
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