Summer [Completed]

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Feelings
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feel·ing

noun

1. an emotional state or reaction

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Ethan POV

"Did you really miss me that bad?" She asks as we lay in her bed.

I close my eyes, enjoying how her fingers dance in my hair as I lay my head in her lap.

I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks as I cover my face with my hands.

"Of course I did." I admit, still embarrassed by my behavior today.

I open my hands and peek up at Imani as she smiles thoughtfully to herself, before looking down at me. "I still can't believe you actually came," she laughs and I smile.

"I can't believe that Kelly was actually into that guy."

"What was wrong with Ryan? I thought he was sweet."

I scoff, "He may have been sweet, but did you see that forehead? Yikes...I mean at this point that's not even a forehead anymore."

I watch as she tries to surpress a laugh.

"I mean fivehead maybe, but I'm leaning more towards six-"

Imani slaps my chest, "Ethan!" She laughs as she shakes her head, "you need to stop."

I deadpan, "You're the one that's laughing, I'm just telling the truth Mani, and the truth is that man's forehead was huge."

She covers her mouth in a futile effort to stop her laughter. "You're terrible."

"I'm terribly honest," I comment, joining in on her laughter.

Suddenly my stomach rumbles obnoxiously loud, interrupting our laughter and leaving and awkward silence in its wake.

I glance at Imani and she glances at me. I watch as the corner of her mouth twitches upward slightly before she loses it and we both burst out laughing.

"You hungry?" She teases, poking my stomach.

"Shut up," I laugh, feeling the heat return to my face and neck.

She nudges me slightly, "Come on, get up."

"Nuh uh" I whine, playfully wrapping my arms around Imani as I bury my face in her lap.

I laugh when Imani rolls me out of her lap anyway.

"Boy move," she says climbing over me and out of bed.

I groan, before begrudgingly rolling out of bed.

"What are we going to eat?" I ask curiously.

It's late, so I doubt we could cook anything without waking up everyone else.

"Hmm," she taps her chin in thought, "How about something sweet?"

"Ice cream?" I offer, watching as Imani rummages through a drawer before pulling out a pair of sweatpants.

"Oooh yes!" She agrees enthusiastically as she slides into them.

I can't help but smile at the way my old high school t-shirt fits her like a dress. She's looks adorable, and something about her wearing my clothes turns me on.