Its always fun and giggles when I'm with Kit but no matter what I do I can't seem to get pass my ex. I miss him and sometimes wish that he'd attempt to reach me.
"What are you thinking about," Kit ponders as he waits for my response. But I think that he knows the answer to his own question.
I shrug my shoulders and smile.
"Who woulda' thought that you were actually funny," I answer thinking back on all the previous jokes he shared with me a few minutes ago.
He looks at me mysteriously. He knows that I am trying to change the subject.
We've only known each other for two weeks but it feels like we've known each other for a lifetime. Kit is a good guy and that I can admit too. But a part of me just can't let him in.
"You've got this thing that you do when you're in deep thought. Your fingers fiddle about with whatever they can find while you nibble on your bottom lip."
My eyes waver to his where a smile catches my attention.
"I think that you look hot when you do that."
My face feels red. I think that this is the first time he's ever complimented me. Kit winks as he leans forward.
We're both at my place sitting on opposite couches staring at another while the television plays in the background. "Is that so," I question as I look away only to look back into his eyes again.
"Yeah but you know what I think would be even hotter..."
I wait for him to continue.
"If you say yes to going on a date with me. Just imagine the two of us hot as can be painting the world over with our beauty," he says seriously.
I can't stop laughing. Between that serious glare and cocky smile after he's come up with that crazy idea of asking me out on a date, my face turns red.
"What do you say to that...do I stand a chance with you or are you still sulking on the past?"
The laughter ceases. I stare quietly at Kit and shrug my shoulders. It's been two months since Alex left me, its too soon to move on. I still have feelings for him.
But then again Kit is here and just maybe...things could work out.
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ALEX
Short StoryMy eyes follow as he walks into the room and out of the room, out of nowhere he stops and looks over his shoulders. He looks good in whatever he wears which I envy because the only time I seem to look appealing is when I have a towel over my head. ...