I let out a slow breath and sat on the edge of the bed and that was when I noticed it. The smile.
It was small and barely there, but real. My fingers lifted slightly like I could physically erase it but I dropped my hand again.
“What is wrong with you?” I whispered to myself.
The smile faded anyway, not because I wanted it to, but because it didn’t belong, and then the questions came.
“Why did today feel so easy?” My throat tightened slightly. “Why do I feel safe around him?”
I hated that an answer was already forming at the back of my mind, so I stood up abruptly and started pacing, once, twice.
“Why was I disappointed when he left?” I stopped. “Why did I want him to kiss…”
I shut that thought down so fast it almost hurt, I didn’t need to finish it. I already knew what it was aski
