He
was asking permission. He wanted to kiss me. HE WANTED TO KISS ME! What
do I do? What do I say? I've never been kissed. I've never wanted to be
kissed. Was he going to do it anyway?
"Grace?"
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said anything. You look terrified right now so...I'll just take you home." He got up and put his hand out towards me. When I hesitated, he took a step back giving me extra space. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to freak you out. It's just I let myself hope...never mind let me get you home. It's late."
I stood silent. He looked upset and I didn't know what to say. I focused on his wings as they fluttered in the moonlight. They were beautiful.
"Your wings shimmer. They're like a built-in nightlight."
"Yeah, I guess they are. I've never really thought of it like that."
More awkward silence. I looked over at Vor who was curled up in the sand, he was going to need a bath tomorrow.
"We should get going."
"You said you'd let yourself hope. Hope for what?" I asked.
"It's nothing and I've already stuck my foot in my mouth enough for one night."
"Please tell me."
Jonas covered his face with his hands and took a few deep breaths. "I've enjoyed being your friend, Grace. I liked your company and I liked
being around you so I looked for any and all opportunities to do so.
You have trust issues, I know this, and it's not my place to ask why.
I've been more than happy to be your friend, but..."
I
held my breath waiting on his next words. I worried he was going to tell
me he was finally fed up with my crazy hang-ups. I'd freaked out on him
a few times, no sane person would want to continue to be around someone
flaky like me.
"But what?"
"But I'd hoped that one day you'd see me as more. That we could be more."
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