Into His Love

Twenty-Eight

Kimberly

"Uh..." I hesitate, not knowing what to say. I should have known that sitting in the game for almost two hours, and not getting spun on for anything would have caught up to me. I find myself fidgeting with my charm bracelet, and I try to pull my hand away, but it's no use. It's the only thing calming me as my heart nearly beats out of my chest. I wouldn't be surprised if he can hear it from across the room.

    "We...don't have to do anything. I ..uh..know how you feel about everything," he says as he rubs his hand over his head. I give him a small nod not knowing what to say. He's so different from all the other guys at our school. They'd kill to have seven minutes in heaven with a girl, and half of them wouldn't care if she wanted to or not. It's sad, but it's the truth.

I know that he's thinking about what happened before the game. I am, too. I just can't shake the copious feeling of nervousness that I felt then. That I feel now.

He walks over to me and sits on the edge of the bed. I sit next to him, waiting for him to say something.

"About earlier," we start at the same time. I smile at him, and he lets out a small chuckle.

   "You first," I tell him.

     "When I told you that you looked good, I didn't mean it... I mean, I meant it! I just wasn't trying to say it like you don't...," he sighs, drawing his eyebrows together, confused by his own words. "I guess what I'm trying to say is you look good all the time, but I just had to tell you." His voice is much lower now, all of his confidence nowhere to be found. I don't know what it is, but I like this vulnerable, sheepish side of him.

He looks to me when I don't say anything, and I give him an assuring smile.

"I was just going to say 'thank you'. I didn't get to say it earlier with it being all hectic and all." I look at him. "So thanks." He stares at me for a few seconds before letting out a chuckle, throwing his head back.

"What?" I asked, his laugh contagious.

"You are something else," he gazes intensely at me causing me to shift under his eyes.

"And that means?"

"I don't know," he breathes. "You just so ... unpredictable."

   "Mm," I smile. "Well, there more to me than you think."

    "I bet." We sit in silence both of us seemingly waiting off the time.

   "I guess if we don't do the dare we should at least do a truth." He looks to me for my answer, and I nod. "Okay... tell me one of your biggest secrets." Go ahead. Tell him, my subconscious mocks.

"I don't have any really." I shift on the bed, realizing how close we are. The smell of his cologne becoming apparent to my senses.

"Sure you do."

"In fifth grade, I broke Nadia's Nintendo 3DS on accident and let her think Joshua did it."

"Seriously," he laughs. "Come on. Talk to me."

    I stare out in front of me knowing that if I look into his eyes I'll give in, but I can't. There's a small part of me that trust in him, but there's an even huger part of me knows that opening up this way will end in it blowing up in my face.

   "Pass," I say, still not looking at him, and mentally beg him not to push the subject. I can feel him observing me and taking the cue.

    "Okay...Alright. You can do me. Ask away." I think about all of the things I could ask him. I don't want to get too deep especially after refusing to tell him one of my secrets. It's not that I don't trust him. Oddly, I think that it's more of me not trusting myself. I decide on an easy one.