Breakaway | d.h

Chapter Five

"I think I love you,"

"You think?"

"Sorry, i'm no good at this. Can I start over?"

"Too late,"

We arrived back at Dan's house and I changed into a pair of his pajama pants and a muse t-shirt. I met him back on his beige sofa that smelled like tea and cleaner. "Why did you do that earlier? Call the police,"

"First tell me what happened?" Dan asked and pushed some of my sandy blonde hair out of my eyes.

"He hurt me again," I sighed, looking up into his warm brown eyes.

"Want to watch the stars with me?" he changed the subject, hoping it would cheer me up.

I smiled a bit and agreed to go out and watch the stars, like we had the night before. It wasn't quite dark enough for stars yet, so only a few were visible from our spot on the roof but it didn't stop us from sitting out there in the cold.

"Can I confess something to you?" I questioned him suddenly.

He turned to me and smiled, showing off the dimple in his right cheek, "of course you can."

I played with my fingers for a moment, "I can't live without you."

"I can't live without you either, we're too close to ever be apart." he replied and fixed his straightened hair back into its fringe.

Maybe he didn't understand what I meant by that, I mean, the most we've ever done is held hands. I've never been free enough to let myself do anything more to this precious boy. Nothing that could hurt him.

I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze sweep through my hair and across my face. I thought about what would happen to us next, would I go back with Lance? Would Dan still be here waiting when I got back? I decided to peak another look at his beautiful face one more time. But, to my surprise, I opened my eyes and found him looking back at me, but somehow it felt different this time.

I stared back at his warm eyes, and inviting lips that made me want to kiss him more than I ever have. I felt like the space between us was shrinking. But this isn't how kisses worked, was it? Was he really going to kiss me?

"Dan I-" I stopped myself for a moment, wondering if telling him was the right thing to do.

He paused for a moment, keeping his eyes on mine. "I'm sorry I was just, I wasn't thinking."

"I think I love you," I blurted out and felt my cheeks grow warm.

"You think?" he chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, i'm no good at this. Can I start over?" I asked him nervously.

"Too late," he teased and smiled widely.