pretends to be annoyed and acts like he’s about to
throw up.
My eyes fill up with tears in that same moment.
I’m sure I am more emotional than usual, but
seeing their happiness is like an atomic bomb
going off, reminding me of my precarious position.
I bite my lower lip, hoping to avoid crying like an
idiot in front of everyone, while Rain laughs and
jokes with her man.
Patrick arrives behind me and puts his strong
warm hands on my shoulders, squeezing them
slightly. I shiver at the unexpected contact, but I
need it so much in that moment. I breathe heavily
while his hands slide down my arms, making me
shiver again. He gets to my hands and brushes
them and I close my eyes, tasting this feeling down
to my bones. I feel something that resembles
safety, warmth. Our hands remain close while we
both pretend it’s nothing. I don’t look at them and
neither does he, but I can hear his irregular
breathing behind me and his hot breath on my
neck.
“Ready?” Rain calls me back out of my reverie.
I nod, regretting that I’ll have to move away
from him. Without saying anything or even
looking at him, I go out the door and start walking
down the street as Rain grabs onto my arm.
“Everything okay, honey?”
“I’m just a bit nervous.”
“And … what was happening in there?”
