I sit on the floor of my room, my guitar in my lap and Cole sitting beside me.
Cole grins at me, “How come you never told me that you can play guitar, Jojo?”
I shrug, “I honestly don’t know. I guess I just never thought to bring it up.”
He hits my arm playfully, “Yeah, sure. Excuses, excuses.”
We sit in my room, singing together for hours, time flying by. We laugh and smile with each other, and my heart flutters every time his fingers brush against mine as he reaches to turn the pages. I’ve never been so nervous around Cole, but I can feel myself blushing. Ugh, I must look like a lobster right now. And that makes me blush even more.
“Everything okay, Jojo?” Cole asks, both concerned and teasing at the same time.
“Uh-uh-uh,” I can’t believe I’m stuttering, this never happens. Oh wait, except for now, how convenient. Ugh. “Um, y-y-yeah, I-I’m fine,” I manage.
He makes a face as if he’s suppressing a laugh, “You sure about that?”
I blush further, which is apparently possible. I try to change the subject, “Um, so how about this next so—”
Cole cuts me off by grabbing my wrist and pressing his lips to mine. He pulls back slowly, and my eyes are still wide open. He notices my expression and turns beet red, “Um, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what made me do that,” he babbles quickly.
I just shake my head and smile.
