"Why would I want to visit you?" I joke, trying to swish my hair playfully. I stare out the window, not wanting to speak to anyone, and I notice Chris's reflection. His eyes are on me, studying me like a student looking at an exam question. Instead of asking him to stop, I let him carry on and pretend I didn't notice.
All too soon, the bus rude is over for all of us. Rose storms off the bus, not nothing to say goodbye to either of us. Chris on the other hand stays by my side and we walk off the bus together. The first two minutes or so of the walk are silent. He knows I saw him staring.
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Unspoken Desires
RomanceThis is a story I'm writing with @yourworshipfulnesss, we are taking it in turns to write :)
