“I love that you experience every emotion so hard that it takes over your entire body. But baby, I want to be the one to make you feel how your favorite books do.”
“… Learning to communicate with your family is the bare minimum, Ind.” I guess it is, but I didn’t know the bar was on the floor until Ryan Shay walked into my life and quietly raised it to the fucking moon.
I’ve never been good at small talk anyway. My brain just won’t do it. Instead I’m dying to say exactly what I’m thinking: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠. 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠—𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒. 𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦? 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 . 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ, 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡.
I keep trying to tell myself it’s only attraction, but I’m not sure that even I can believe that anymore. Not when she smiles up at me and it feels like my insides burst with light. When I’m dying to know how her night with my sisters went. Wishing I could cancel my day and spend the whole of it just listening to her talk. I’m terrified.
Amelia laughs and shakes her head, turning her eyes back to window. And I realize in this moment, I’d do just about anything to make her laugh. What’s happening to me?