Page 5 of Mark Us Little Bear
I love you too, honey.
After I graduated high school, I traveled with Luka. My parents decided to leave New York, get a van, and chase sunsets andcrazy adventures. They always talked about it so when they decided to go, I was happy they dared to chase their dreams.
Since my parents are not around much Nana keeps me busy with her booming voice and iconic personality. We always shared a special connection. Her sharpness and intuition about different aspects of life resonated with me growing up and I wanted to soak in more knowledge from her.
Nana always said,“When someone wants to be in your life they stay. They fight to stay. Being a constant thing in someone else’s life is hard but it is possible.”
Ronnie
I’ll come by tomorrow after my appointment.
As I hit send, I get another text.
Luka
I’m not coming down today.
I got to help Dylan unpack.
Ronnie
Don’t worry, I got everything under control.
I slide my phone back into my pocket when Amber lowers beside me.
Two fingers press under my chin, nudging my head in her direction, “An ex?” her eyes try to read mine. “That’s why you were in a somber mood.”
“That obvious?”
“Kind of.”
I sigh heavily, scratching the back of my neck. “It’s over but she refuses to receive the memo.”
“Maybe you need to take a drastic measure.” Her brows wiggle once, and the corner of her mouth twitches.
“Such as?” I expand my fingers over my thighs while I drape my other hand over the backrest.
“Kiss me,” her lips smash to one side, “Let her know you moved on,” she claims sharply but her skin is flushed. Even under the dim lights in this section of the club pink tints her cheeks down to her chest.
“You want to do that?” I question and a flash of excitement crosses her eyes.
“I offered, didn’t I?” Her tone is still playful.
Damn.
I lean in, and my breath blends with hers. Lips almost brush but not quite. “Not like this,” I whisper against her mouth, eyes flicking to hers.
“Why?”
I expect her to look offended, disappointed even but she beams instead.
“I want that kiss to be meaningful and not for show.”
“For the record,” her voice is tender but still clear, “I would’ve kissed you for real.”
A ghost of a smile hovers across my lips. “For the record, I would’ve done the same.”
Her leg vibrates against mine and startles us both, breaking our momentary trance.
