Finding Love

Chapter 43

Becca's POV

I step outside, closing the front door behind me so none of my family can eavesdrop.

Lynn and Alora are already standing by AJ's car, talking about something. Both have smiles on their faces.

I glance at AJ, seeing him standing a meter in front of me, his hands shoved in the front pockets of his jeans as he stares at the gravel at our feet.

I cross my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes at him.

Something is wrong.

Obviously- something is wrong- the two acted like fucking weirdos at dinner.

But then they started acting normal- highly the word acting. I know damn well they're hiding something.

Lynn may be back to acting all happy, but AJ seems to be doing a worse job.

"What's going on?" I ask him, and he lets out a breath, pulling his hands from his pockets just to run a hand through his hair. "I-"

"If you're going to give me some bullshit lie- then save it" I mutter, taking a step closer to him and closing the gap between us.

He glances at me briefly, before holding his head up straight and staring at the door behind me.

Anything thing he's been doing? Avoiding my eye.

I stare at him closely, masking my worry with annoyance as I take him in.

Dressed in light blue jeans and a simple white shirt, I was surprised when he showed up today. AJ usually sticks to dark colours, aka- It's surprising when he's not dressed in black.

He looked so attractive- but then again he always does. AJ simply being himself is hot to me.

He seemed relaxed when he showed up at the door. So did Lynn- hell they were joking about it.

The second we stepped outside that changed, and I can't for the life of me figure out why.

Now, he stands with his hands bawled into fists by his side. He won't look at me- and when he does, he stares at me with an unfamiliar look.

He's tense.

And during dinner, I'd hold his hand, or brush my hand against his arm. Usually that would have calmed him.

It didn't.

And I'm worried as fuck.

"Why won't you look at me?" I ask quietly, and he screwed his eyes shut tight, his jaw clenching.

I reach up and cup his face in both my hands. Stepping closer, I lean into him, closing the gap between us completely.

"Well?" I whisper this time as I force his head down a bit, and finally- finally he looks at me.

He swallows hard, just as I feel his hands brush against my waist.

He's hesitant.

I don't comment on it. I give him time, not saying anything, just watching him. His hands then wrap around my waist, and he pulls me closer to him.

I gently stroke the side of his jaw with my fingers, putting my unanswered questions to the side for the moment.

He stares at me, that unknown look back in his eyes. His arms around me tighten, pulling me impossibly closer.

He holds me like he's scared to let go.

"You can tell me if something is wrong...". I trail off as he slowly leans closer to me. Our foreheads touch, and he takes a deep breath.