Crimson Hearts

𝒮𝒾𝓍𝓉𝒽 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 ౨ৎ

After they kissed, an awkward silence settled between Hook and Bridget, Hook felt a blush creep up his neck, embarrassment washing over him as he struggled to find the right words. He mumbled a hasty excuse, "I have to go.." something about needing to get back to his room, and quickly walked away, leaving Bridget standing there, equally flustered.

As soon as they were alone in their respective rooms, the reality of what had just happened hit them hard. Hook paced back and forth, running a hand through his hair, replaying the kiss in his mind and wondering what it meant for their friendship? Could he even call their relationship friends?

Bridget, on the other hand, sat on her bed, her heart racing as she tried to process her own feelings. They both spent the night in a whirlwind of emotions, questioning what the kiss meant and what would come next.

Over the next few days, the air between them was thick with tension. They avoided eye contact, kept conversations brief during their dance class, and found excuses to stay busy, anything to avoid confronting what had happened. Their usual camaraderie was replaced by uncomfortable silence, leaving both of them feeling more confused and isolated than ever.

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One night, unable to stand the uncertainty any longer, Hook found himself standing outside Bridget's dorm room. His heart pounded in his chest as he raised his hand to knock, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. When Bridget opened the door, she looked surprised to see him, her eyes widening slightly.

"Hook? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

"I . . . I couldn't stop thinking about us" Hook admitted, his eyes locking onto hers. "I wanted to know if you'd like to go on a date or maybe a picnic."

Bridget's surprise quickly turned into a warm smile, and she nodded. "I'd like that. Come in."

As she stepped inside, the initial awkwardness lingered for a moment. They sat on her bed, and Hook took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

"About the kiss. . . " he began, his voice trailing off.

"I know," Bridget said softly, her eyes meeting his. "It took me by surprise too, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it either."

Hook let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I'm glad I'm not the only one."

Their conversation flowed naturally from there, easing the tension that had built up over the past few days. They talked about their classes, their friends, and Hook even told Bridget about his younger sister. Laughter broke the awkwardness as they found themselves lost in each other's company.

"You know," Bridget said after a while, her tone more serious, "I've always admired how brave you are."

Hook chuckled, shaking his head. "Brave? I feel like a mess most of the time."

"Well, you were brave enough to come here tonight," she pointed out, her smile encouraging.

At one point, the proximity became too much to ignore. Hook's eyes flicked to Bridget's lips, and he felt a magnetic pull drawing him closer. His hand reached out almost instinctively, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Bridget's breath hitched at the touch, and she leaned in slightly, her gaze locked on his.