Choose Me- the second novel

Chapter 33- Do friends want their friends this much?

Ross' POV

Taylor Elena Harris, having pulled out a paperback from the book case, is leaning into me reading. And in all honesty this is exactly how I saw us, should we ever be an item there would be a lot of coffee shops and book shops. A lot of love and trust. And actually I understand that she wanted to push me out of the equation, if I was in love with two people, I never have been but I can see how that would make life easier. It would make it easier for her to just decide. I'm not just going down without a fight though, or without trying.

And I won't just replace her, I'm not like that.
I've got to keep our relationship going, in whatever form it takes. I've got to keep myself in her life. And it is paramount that I keep a good balance between showing her my feelings through my actions and also that I can be a dependable friend. That's natural for me. I will always be her friend.

I watch as her hair cascades down her back and string together a few words in my head, scribbling them down in my notebook. She eyes me curiously and I smile at her closing the leather ties on the book.

"Ross what have you written down for the first question on social interaction" she asks assuming that I am doing college work instead of writing about her. I genuinely don't know what she would say if she realised I've been writing about her, poems and sonnets mainly. Scribblings here and there of things she may evoke in me. I imagine a smile would fall over her lips and she would demand to read them all.

"I haven't started that yet" I tell her smirking, I've been busy writing tortured poetry about her after all. By my fire in my house, every night with a bottle of red.

"You're a slacker." She teases touching my arm, any physical contact with her makes me happy.

"All the partying right?" she laughs, and how wrong she is.

"I just leave things to the last minute" I say softly.

"But if you're going to a party I'll be there" I say looking at her. Ross I tell myself, stop looking at her, she's captivating. She must know that.

She leans forward eating some chocolate cake and her long hair tumbles around her shoulders. Would she let me put my hands on her back? I'm not sure. Do friends do that? Do friends want their friends this much?

"Did you enjoy the runway" I ask her as she settles back into my chest, my arm around her.

"I did, yeah it was nice to look nice for once. It felt very special." she says softly and I stroke her hair.

"Did you?" She asks inquisitively. I can only imagine that she's fishing to see where I went after, and who I went home with. Mysteriously even though we are not together I have no problem with her asking, I find I want to prove myself to her.

"It was great. You were great, very confident by the way and of course stunning" I say softly, she stole the show.

I pull my hands through my hair. It's a little frustrating how close I could be to moving in on her but I can't. Not yet, especially not today when she's willing to be here with me.

"I left about three, then I went home on my own contrary to popular belief" I tell her looking away, Gilbert Scott has been striving to pull me down.

"Jay got with Rachel" I say I can't help myself, two can play that game.

"He is into her ? Or do you think he just plays with her" she asks me. I know that she cares about Rachel. Like myself Taylor notices when somebody is vulnerable.