Page 62 of Waiting for Her

I cringe.

“You really didn’t?” he asks me, his eyebrows raised.

“Um, well, not really? I guess, we tried that once. Right after we started hanging out. And, it never felt right. At least not for me. We talked, and I let her know I wasn’t interested that way.”

“Because…”

I glance over at Bri’s house and down at my phone.

“Ahh. I kind of figured.”

“Yeah. I’m an idiot.”

“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily kick a girl who looks like Kennedy out of my bed, that’s for sure, but…”

“But what?”

“She’s got the eyes.”

I smirk at the way he wiggles his fingers next to his eyes.

“I’ll bite. Enlighten me.”

“The crazy eyes. You know what I mean. She’s got that look about her. That she’s barely holding her level of crazy under the surface.”

I bark out a laugh. “You’re joking.”

“Nuh. No way. You can’t tell me you’ve never seen it?”

“Clearly not.” I think about what he’s saying, or insinuating, and it hits me. Memories of her acting a little on the side of crazy that she laughed off and made excuses for, so I ignored.

“Seeing it now, are ya?”

“Shit.”

He chuckles then gets quiet. He jerks a chin up in the direction I was just staring. “She doesn’t havethe eyes.”

“No. She doesn’t. But she’s got six years of hurting me behind her.”

“So, you’re going to hold on to that, huh?”

Arms crossed over his chest, he’s smug and very irritating.

“I’m not going to just forgive and forget.”

“Has she asked you to?”

That brings me pause. She hasn’t. At least not for breaking up with me. But does she have to? I always thought so, because I was the one on the receiving end. Maybe she was following her heart. If that’s the case, what does she have to apologize for? Aside from not telling me she was pregnant, obviously. I don’t know what that says about this situation.

“No, she hasn’t.”

“Maybe there’s a reason. Maybe she’s ready to move on and quit looking back.”

“Or maybe she’s not sorry at all.”

“You two are a mess,” he says with a smile.

“Yeah, we really are.”

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