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WHEN I GOT home after the beach with Quinn I immediately went to my room. Despite being soaking wet I climbed into bed and held Sookie.
Then for the first time since my injury 2 years ago, I cried. It wasn't loud sobbing, it was quiet tears streaming down my face. I nuzzled my face into Sookie.
I didn't realize I was crying until the teardrops were leaking into my dog.
I don't know why im crying. Me and the girl I can't stop thinking about danced in the rain on the beach. She kissed my neck and I kissed her head.
For this being the third time we've seen each other that was pretty good. And yet, here I was. Holding onto my dog like a lifeline and letting tears fall.
My head was pounding and so was heart, I didn't recognize myself. I felt weak and my body felt so heavy I couldn't move.
I eventually lulled myself to sleep but my tears were still fresh on my cheeks.
I didn't dream, when I woke up I could still feel her. Her small hands on my back and mine on her hips. Despite the height difference Quinn's body fit mine perfectly.
I pulled out my phone and hovered at the keyboard. It took me a minute but I finally sent her a text.
JOHNNY: hey JOHNNY: this is johnny JOHNNY: Kavanagh JOHNNY: This is Quinn right? JOHNNY: hughie gave me you number JOHNNY: Claire's brother JOHNNY: he got it from his girlfriend JOHNNY: your friend JOHNNY: Katie
I looked at the texts and mentally cursed myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just sent the girl 9 texts. My own mother never texts me 9 times in a row.
When she didn't reply instantly I got nervous. I checked the time, it's been 1 minute since I texted her.
I got a notification and immediately checked. Quinn.
QUINN: hey johnny just so you know one text is enough to get my attention
I smiled, I hope she was joking. My response was instant.
JOHNNY: sorry about that
QUINN: it's all good what's up?
Shit. Why was I texting her.
QUINN: is it about your hoodie?
JOHNNY: what hoodie?
QUINN: your rugby hoodie you gave me last night
JOHNNY: what about it?
QUINN: do you want it back?
JOHNNY: not really JOHNNY: it looks better on you anyway
