It was extremely awkward for a few days. I tried my best to maintain distance from Conor, adopting a cool demeanor as if everything was fine, but deep down, I was still reeling from the hurt. He, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected. The same charismatic man who loved to party and drink continued to invite me out, as if nothing had changed.
In those first few days, our interactions were stilted. He'd occasionally speak to me when we were out with friends, but then he'd drift off, leaving me feeling alone and lost in a crowd. Yet, as the days passed, something shifted. He started to engage with me more, inviting me back to parks and nice places like he used to, but I was confused and suspicious about his intentions.
While I instinctively pulled away from any physical contact, he began to bridge the gap little by little. He'd hold my hand in public, caress my arms, and compliment me in ways that felt charged with meaning. I found myself questioning, "Do friends do this?" Each gesture sparked a flicker of hope in me, mingled with a fresh wave of doubt.
As he gradually reintroduced physical affection, he even kissed my forehead, beaming with pride after I achieved something significant. Each touch sent my heart racing and my mind spiraling. I wanted to ask him why he was acting this way, but fear gripped me—I didn't want to scare him off or risk reopening old wounds. I felt trapped between my longing for connection and the dread of vulnerability.
So, I accepted it, going along with the flow of his affections, even as uncertainty gnawed at me. It felt like a delicate dance, one that could tip at any moment, until the incident that changed everything occurred not long after.
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The best man
ChickLitLily and Conor have been inseparable since their university days, bound by a deep friendship that has weathered the test of time. While Conor appreciates Lily's presence in his life and the comfort of their relationship, he remains oblivious to the...
