"Fox, what does love feel like?"
"Faro says the sun loves Earth, so maybe it's like every day is sunny, and even when it rains, it's still...sunny?"
"Oh. Do you love me?"
"Yeah."
"Cross your heart?"
"Cross my heart, Jellybean."
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c h r i s
My room still doesn't feel like mine. I think I need a theme, like forest or rainbows or death.
My sheets are royal purple, and the duvet cover is blood orange, but I've got silver satin pillowcases. Something's off. Maybe some twinkle lights? Whitney would know where to get those.
I grab the small ceramic frog from my nightstand and walk to the window overlooking the city. I position it on the ledge. He can watch over the room until I figure it out.
When the phone rings, I zip over and snatch it from the receiver.
"Ahoy, ahoy."
"Did you tell him yet?" Whitney asks.
The frog croaks on the windowsill as I halt. "Did I...what?"
"Chris! For the love of god!"
I groan, stomping a foot. "No, okay! I'm weak and insane and I'm on fire, Whitney!"
I fall back into bed with a poof!
I am absolutely, utterly in flames. My cheeks, my chest, the very tips of my fingers are burning just thinking about another kiss. I squeeze my eyes shut, setting the back of my hand on my hot cheek. Tinglingly.
"Whitney, can you come over?"
There's a stretch of silence on the other end of the line.
"Whit? Whitney?" I sit up, eyes wide. "Did you just hang up on me? Whitney?" I pull the phone away from my ear, then the dial tone starts. "WHITNEY! OH MY GOD!"
I dial her number again, my fingers probing angrily.
She picks up after two rings.
"You hung up on me!" I slap the bed.
"My finger slipped."
I groan, rolling over and burying my face in my blanket. "I'm supposed to go to Skyfall. You said you'd be there. Hello? Did you hang up again?"
"No, no, I..."
"Where are you?"
"I'll bring nail polish and hair curlers when I come over, but not tonight. In a few days."
I sit up, my stomach tightening. "But you're still coming to Skyfall today, right?"
"Walker's taking me out for dinner. He wants to spend the day together."
"Say no!"
"You'll be okay, love."
"What am I supposed to do without a chaperone?"
"You've got this, Chris. Just don't crawl into his lap mid-training and ask him to make out with you. Easy peasy."
"I think I need a support group. Or a tranquillizer."
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Romance''Tell me how it feels,'' he whispers. "Good," I gasp, my entire body trembling. Deeper. Harder. Perfect. Like we've been doing this for years. His hand finds my jaw, fingers firm as he tilts my head up, making me look at him. And that's it. Waves...
