“Alright.” She hesitates for a second, eyeing us curiously before she shakes her head. “Be good, you two,” she adds, and then she’s out the door.
Years later, I realized that the hesitation stemmed from the fact that this was the first time she had felt wary about leaving us alone.
I don’t think she realized that’s what she was feeling at the time, either.
There are faint sounds of Sara locking the front door, then her car starting in the driveway. I stare out the window of the kitchen that faces our driveway and watch as Elana scurries outof the house next door and gets in the car with Sara before they pull off.
I turn around as soon as they’re fully out of the driveway and look at Wild, who was clearly waiting for me to face him because he’s leaning back in his chair with his arms folded and a smile on his face.
“Hey,” I say, and I internally roll my eyes because I couldn’t have come up with anything better than that?
“Hey.” He chuckles, and instantly, my cheeks heat. I rub my lips together, my mind still thinking about how it felt to press them to his. “You, okay?” he asks, and I wonder if he’s taking my nervousness for something else entirely. I nod, not knowing what to say, which is weird because I’ve never been shy around him ever. “Talk to me,” he says. “Are you upset about last night?”
“No!” I exclaim, the word bursting out of me. “I just…” I look off to the side as my fingers knot together in front of me. “Want to do it again?” I offer weakly.
He gets out of his chair and moves across the kitchen toward me. He frames my face with his hands, reminiscent of how he did it last night before brushing his lips gently across mine. “Me too.”
“Does this… make you my boyfriend?” I ask.
He gives me a side smile and leans against the sink while crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you want me to be?”
“I don’t know… I guess I’m wondering if… you’re going to kiss other girls?”
He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip once, and I watch as he lets his hand drop. My lip tingles in his wake, and I wish he’d do that again. “Saint, look at me,” he says softly, and I look up to meet his blue eyes. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted to kiss. I’d kiss you for the rest of my life if I could.”
My eyes flutter open in response to the wheels hitting the ground, and I blink a few times, trying to shake the last bit of grogginess away. I hadn’t told Wild I was going to sleep, though he probably assumed, as I usually sleep on flights when I’m alone. I pull out my phone, which I never even put on Wi-Fi, and see my texts from the flight.
Wild: I made a reservation for Friday at this Italian restaurant that just opened. Actually, there are a lot of places I want to take you. Can you move here already?
Wild: You must already be asleep.
Wild: Boarding my flight now. I love you
I start typing to respond to his messages.
Me: Sounds great. You know I love Italian. And we decided I’m moving there? Officially?
Wild: There’s Sleeping Beauty. Did you have a nice nap?
Me: I did. How’s your flight so far?
Wild: Fine. Wishing it was going the same way the last one went when you came all over my fingers.
Me: Maybe I’ll come all over mine when I get home and send you a video.
Wild: Are you trying to make me hard?
Me: Always *kissy face*
Wild: To answer your question, no, we didn’t decide that. I’m just ready for us to be living in the same state again.
Me: I’m not against the idea of moving there if that’s where you want to be.
Wild: I want to be anywhere you are.
It has been the worst fucking week.
Between dealing with this bullshit with Dylan and my board throwing a fit about who I choose to be in a relationship with, I feel like it’s coming at me from every side. All I want to do is crawl into bed with Halle and sleep for a week.
