“Yes.”
“I don’t hate you, Flynn.”
“Then why did you act like you did for so long?”
“I told you. I was jealous. It wasn't my finest moment.”
“Moment?”
I chuckle. “All right, not my finest six years. I’m sorry, okay?”
He smiles. “Okay.”
I tap his phone again. “So, are you going to have fun tonight, or not?”
He sighs. “I think this is the universe’s way of telling me that I’m not ready to put myself out there, yet.”
“That’s true.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” He puts his phone into his pocket. “I should go.”
I should let him go.
“Thanks for the chatand the warm milk.”
“Any time.”
“Good luck with the rest of your finals.”
“Thanks. I’ll be glad when they’re over.” Except then I'll have to start making decisions about my future.
He makes eye contact with me and smiles, and the air rushes out of my lungs. I want to kiss him. I won’t, but I want to.
“I know that feeling. They’ll be over before you know it.”
“And then there’s the wait for results.”
“You’ll do great.”
“I’m not sure about that. I’ve been a bit of a slacker when it comes to studying.”
“Need help revising?”
“I’m pretty sure our degree subjects aren’t similar.”
Flynn did Farm Management. I’m doing Sport and Exercise Sciences.
He laughs. “Yes, but I can read questions on a flash card, if you’ve made some.”
“I have. They’re in my room.” I shake my head. “But my revision woes aren’t your problem.”
“And you want to get laid?”
“Stress relief,” I mumble.
“It’s as important as revision.”
“Right?” He gets me. I want to pull him into my arms and kiss him.
