Page 130 of To Love or to Lose
Of course, it is.
“Do you think there’s a chance Logan and the rest of our friends have already guessed we’ve been sneaking around?” I ask as I take another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth.
Jameson shrugs. “It’s possible.”
“What if they’re making bets on us?”
“Then, they better be splitting the profit with us.” He pulls another napkin from the holder in the center of the table, wiping the ice cream off his face.
After the whirlwind of a mini golf game, we decided against dinner and opted for the ice cream shop located a town over from Fairwood.
“How do you think our speech is coming along?” I ask, trying to fill the small moment of silence.
“I think it’s pretty good,” he replies. “There’s not much that the two of us can’t accomplish together.”
“Probably because we’ve had so much experience working together,” I say sarcastically.
“Maybe we haven’t, but we work in the same ways. Our brains do, at least.”
“I’m glad.” I probably wouldn’t be able to stand him otherwise.
“Can you be honest with me for a minute?” He asks.
I lean forward. “I’m always honest.”
“How do you truly feel about this?” He motions between us. “Is it hard for you?”
My brows furrow at his obscure question. “No,” I say plainly.
“Care to explain?”
“I don’t think this was something I ever expected to happen between us, but being with you like this has made me feel more like myself.”
“You don’t think you were yourself before?”
“When you first got here, I was angry.” That much is obvious. “I had never felt like that before, so resentful. It was hard for me to process how you being here changed everything for me, and I turned into what felt like a completely different person.”
Jameson sucks his lower lip between his teeth. “So, you weren’t always that exasperated?”
“I was always serious, and a bit too independent for my own good.” I shrug. “But I was never that…indignant.”
“I’m sorry that I made you feel like that.” His sincerity is palpable.
“It wasn’t so much you as it was the situation,” I say. “Plus, there’s nothing we can do about it now, so why bother trying?”
“It’s all working out now.” Leave it to Jameson to be so complacent.
“Can I try that?” I feel the urge to ask as I watch Jameson take bites of his ice cream.
He holds the cup out to me, allowing me to take a spoonful and try it. He waits for my reaction, seeing if I want more, before retracting the cup.
“You don’t like it?” He asks when I don’t take more.
“I like it, I just like mine more.” I hold out my cup, letting him take a bite. His is pistachio, mine is chocolate peanut butter.
“Mm.” He sighs in approval, like he’s attempting to give a professional review.
“I told you.” I nod, tucking my lips in to avoid smiling like an idiot.
