6
The date was… fine.
I mean he was cute enough, polite, laughed at all the right moments, opened the door for me, even paid for dinner without making it weird.
But I felt nothing.
No pull. No ache. No fire.
I’d gone because I needed to prove something, to myself, mostly. That Jake wasn’t the only one who could make me feel anything. That maybe I wasn’t completely gone.
Then he kissed me towards the ending of our date. He was soft and gentle, and right over his shoulder, across the parking lot, I saw Jake. He was standing beside his truck, his arms crossed and his jaw tight.
I froze. The guy, Dylan, I think, pulled back and smiled. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “I just… should go.”
I didn’t look back or explain or apologize to him, I waked away from him, past Jake to, all th
