Page 120 of To Love or to Lose
I wrap my arms over his shoulders, resting my head on his shoulder. “You’re the only person I’ve ever felt this way toward.”
I’ve been thinking all morning about how my affection for Jameson has been irrational and fleeting. I didn’t know if it’s rational for me to be feeling this way because of a single kiss.
In reality, these emotions have been building since the beginning of the year. It’s gotten to where it’s become impossible to ignore the pull between us.
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. “I can tell.” He laughs into my hair.
It only takes moments for my brain to begin reeling as the silence plagues me. I’ve had conflicting thoughts about Jameson since the moment I met him, and the feeling of falling for him is one I never welcomed until recently.
And it scares me.
I’m terrified of any misstep I might take, of inadvertently pushing him away, or the possibility of him doing the same. That’s how it ended the last time I felt even a sliver of this feeling. This time it’s worse, because it’s Jameson, and that only leaves room for us to get hurt.
I hear another door in the hallway open, making the two of us quickly break apart.
“Evie?” Gwen asks as she opens the door to Mae’s bedroom. “Oh, hi Jameson.”
He holds a hand up in a small wave. “I’m going to go get dressed.” He says awkwardly, motioning toward the door I’m resting against.
I nod, shuffling out of the way so he can enter his bedroom.Once the door is shut, I notice Gwen and Mae have both stepped further into the hallway.
“I, uh, brought you your bag,” I tell Gwen, pushing the bag toward her.
“I see that.” Gwen smiles, her tone teasing. “So, you and Jameson?”
“I have to go home,” I say quickly, avoiding her question. “I’ll see you guys later.”
They both say bye as I dart toward the stairs, and once I’m about halfway down, I hear two girly cheers from the second floor.
“What’s that about?” Logan asks once I reach the foyer.
I shrug. “They’re thirteen-year-old girls.”
“What a joy,” he sighs.
“Hey, that could be your future.” I tell him.
Logan laughs, looking up at the ceiling. “If I’m lucky.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Flipping through my TV, even when there is nothing on, is when I know I’ve reached the peak of boredom.
It’s almost midnight, and my brain hasn’t slowed enough over the past day for me to even attempt to sleep.
Last night, Jameson kissed me at the end of the semester party, and then earlier today, he kissed me again in the hallway of the Callaghan house. Over the twenty-four hours, my thoughts have circulated around one thing.
Jameson Beaumont.
I switch my TV from cable to Netflix, going straight forGilmore Girls.
Sometimes the only shows worth watching are ones that you’ve already seen a hundred times.
My phone rings right when I click on the title of ‘You Jump, I Jump, Jack.’
My first instinct is to hit the power button on my phone and let it ring out, assuming the call is coming from someone I don’t want to talk to.But when I pick it up to do just that, the nameDevil Incarnateis on the screen.
Now, that piques my interest. I hit pause on my remote before accepting the call.
