He covered her hands with his own. Grasping her shoulder, Matt pulled Heather closer and rested his cheek against her head. He waited as she tried to catch her breath, his insides churning. Thinking back, he realized he’d relied on Heather for so much over the years, from assistance with homework to being a fill-in date whenever he needed a partner. If there had been more to their relationship, Matt never noticed. Heather’s words were true. He’d never taken anything or anyone seriously.
“We’ve always been just friends, Heather,” he said, rubbing her fingers with his thumb. “I mean, the couple times we did try to make it something more, it just didn’t work.”
“I know,” she said. “And that was probably my fault. I wanted you to like me the way I liked you. You never seemed to and it made me
