Page 70 of Hypothetical Heart
“Is it bad I kind of want to do it now?” Her words strike a chord in my heart.
“No, I wouldn’t mind kissing you again.”
“Good.” What once was a frown is replaced by the glowing smile I know and love.
Every new thing I learn about her is a new thing to love about her. That’s just the type of person she is.
“What are you going to tell your mom?” She breaks the tension that’s been looming over us.
“I’m not going to tell her anything, but she’s definitely going to bring it up.”
“Well then, what are you going to say when she brings it up?” Her face begins to flood with concern all over again.
“Relax, you’re not going to get banished from ever coming over again. She’ll probably just enforce a ‘no closed doors’ policy.”
She throws herself back onto my bed, and when she lands on her back, her legs swing up and hit me right where it hurts.
“God Dammit,” I groan, buckling over myself in my desk chair.
“What?” Winnie sits up, realizing what she kicked. “Oh my—” She’s cut off by her own laughter.
“Holy shit!” I lean back in my chair, trying to catch my breath. I point a finger at her. “This is not funny!”
“Shh.” She puts a finger on her lips. “Quiet down. If your mom hears you making those noises, she’s definitely not going to let me come over again.”
“Yeah, until she kicks down the door and finds both ofus fully clothed while I hold my dick!” I seethe through my teeth.
She shushes me again before cringing. “Gosh, you’re so vulgar.”
“Vulgar? Seriously, Winnie? You read about people doing a lot worse than kicking each other in the balls.”
She laughs so hard that she’s now bent over beside me with her hands on her knees.
There’s another knock on the door, but this time it’s Jameson. “You two need to keep it do–wait, what the fuck happened?”
“She kicked me in the balls,” I gasp, and Jameson grimaces, even though he still looks confused.
“Okay, I think it’s time for me to leave,” she gasps, standing up straight.
“You want to kick me in the balls one more time before you go?” I ask sarcastically. “Or wait, how about you just chop my fingers off with a steak knife?”
“Don’t act like you’ve never done worse to me. Remember the scooters?” She smiles as she walks out the door. “Feel better. I hope your future children survive.”
Our banter makes me laugh, and I hear her laugh too as she trots down the stairs.
22
“Wow,” I say out of pure awe as Winnie descends the staircase of her house. “I thought this was only something that happens in the movies.”
My tux could never compare to the view of Winnie, with her blonde hair in tight curls, lips a perfect shade of pink, and a hot pink satin dress conformed to her perfect body. She not only looks elegant but also like herself—the girl I’ve known my entire life, beautiful as ever.
“Well…” She gets to the bottom of the stairs, taking the hand I’m holding out to her. “What do you think?”
“You’re perfect.” I’m practically gasping for air, looking at her. “Stunning.”
“Look.” She twirls, showing me the bow on the back.
She’s precious. “Amazing choice,” I tell her.
