Tomorrow is Sunday, the day Christopher asked me out in his last text. A flutter of anticipation ran through me as I recalled the conversation....
It had been four days since the volleyball match, and the memory of that day was still fresh in my mind. The buzz around Keane and me had only grown louder, the campus brimming with whispers and speculation.
Despite the drama, mostly fueled by assumptions and half-truths, it hadn't stopped Keane and me from forging a friendship. If anything, it brought us closer.
We spent hours talking, sharing stories, and discovering common interests. He had a knack for understanding me, sometimes even better than I understood myself.
Yesterday, we went out with his friends and mine—Juli, Mary, and Sara—for a hangout. We hit the arcades, played games, and laughed until our sides hurt.
Keane seemed to excel at everything, effortlessly charming everyone with his easygoing nature and wit.
Still, Christopher's thoughts often invaded my mind. There was a lingering warmth from our last kiss, a moment so potent it left a permanent mark on my thoughts. I found myself replaying the scene, feeling the softness of his lips, the strength of his embrace, the electricity in the air.
It was intoxicating and, at times, overwhelming.
Christopher had called me once, a brief conversation that felt too short. He asked about my new life, and I eagerly shared stories of my new friends, the boredom of my professors, and the small joys of college life. It felt good to talk to him, to hear his voice, even if there was a tinge of awkwardness that hadn't been there before.
He seemed genuinely interested, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, especially after our last encounter.
Mark and Lucy had also reached out, their messages a comforting reminder of home.
Mark, ever the protective older brother, still suspected I was hiding something. His concern was touching, though slightly misplaced.
I reassured him that everything was fine, that I was adjusting well and making friends.
Lucy, my forever best friend, was a constant presence in my life. We texted daily, sharing the mundane details of our days, our hopes, and our worries.
Her unwavering support was a lifeline, a reminder that I wasn't alone in this new chapter of my life.
As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, a mix of emotions washed over me. There was excitement for the day with Christopher, curiosity about where our relationship might go, and a simmering anxiety about the rumors swirling around campus.
But above all, there was a deep, unshakable longing. The memory of Christopher's kiss lingered, a sweet ache that refused to fade. No matter how busy I was, no matter how many new experiences filled my days, there wasn't a moment I didn't think about him.
Tomorrow held a promise, a chance to explore whatever it was between Christopher and me.
I felt a thrill of anticipation and a whisper of fear. What if things didn't go as planned? What if the kiss had been a mistake, a fleeting moment that couldn't be recaptured?
The uncertainty was nerve-wracking, but I couldn't deny the excitement coursing through me.
Whatever happened, tomorrow was a step forward, a chance to face the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface since that unforgettable kiss.
As I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts were surrounding Christopher and Christopher only
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