Noah had a lovely lazy weekend with Juliana, and was refreshed on Monday. Those strange, confused feelings towards Gemma had disapeared. He was relieved.
When he arrived she was eating chocolate.
"Want one?" She offered as he walked up to her. He shook his head politely. "Suit yourself, they are delicious."
His gaze wavered as he watched her gorge herself. Damn, the chocolate actually did look appetizing. He finally muttered, "Do you have coconut?"
She broke into a grin and handed him one.
"How was your weekend?" He asked, and she spit out her chocolate, movie style. He laughed uncertainly, and she gave an embarrassed smile.
"Fine. Uneventful. Boring. Fine." She mumbled, and he raised an eyebrow, as usual.
He sighed, not wanting to have to pry the information out of her agian. She looked to the table, and decided to save him the trouble.
"I lied." She said, looking up to meet his eyes.
"I could tell." He smiled, but she shook her head.
"No, not about that. About the date . . . He-He did show me up, and spent the weekend trying to apologize." She stammered, and his expression instantly softened.
"Gemma, why didn't you . . . "
"I didn't want to answer the questions, I didn't want you to care, I wanted to prove to you that true love exists. So I didn't tell you, and I'm sorry. Last week was just a bit-"
"Complicated." He unknowingly whispered aloud, and her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Too complicated." She finally agreed, looking at him sadly. "I'm sorry, this is my fault. I should've known this wouldn't work."
His eyes widened quickly. "No, don't say that. Please. You've helped me a lot, Gemma. More than you know." He explained, and then in a quieter tone, "Nothing works out perfectly. This, whatever you want to call it, isn't simple, it isn't perfect. But I know you, Gemma. I know you don't want perfection."
She looked up, realizing he was right. God, when did I start expecting perfection?
"And this isn't perfect. It never will be."
There were a few minutes of silence before she spoke. "I think . . . I'm okay with that."
He looked up to see her smiling, and he smiled back at her, both thinking the same thing.
They were content with falling short of perfection.
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Sip by Sip
Romance(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...
