What I mean is:
I can’t date. I got issues, bro.
The silence returns.
He holds my gaze.
One second.
Two.
Then a nod. “Okay.”
Like it’s nothing.
And the one word stabs me.
One clean shank slicing from chest to navel?—
o
k
a
y.
“That’s it?” My brows pull in. “Justokay?”
His cocksure smirk returns.
“What, you want me to beg?”
And he’s just… standing there,
and it’s pissing me off.
Him, allstandingandokaying.
“Actually? Yeah.” The words fall right out. “Wouldn’t kill ya to grovel. Bruise those knees. Woo me a little.” I scoff. “You weren’t supposed to give up so easily.”
His laugh breaks out of him,
his eyes shining.
There’s a laugh people hand you,
and a laugh you rip right out of them.
His crashes into me,
then spreads warm inside.
“I need you to make me believe I wasn’t just a distraction to kill time, that you actually want to hang out with me.” I squint. “Make me really feel it, y’know?”
He’s coming down from his laugh,
but his grin hasn’t left him.
