“Yes, I promise,” I lied. We were standing so close and I can smell his breathe, minty. I swear I could almost hear and feel his heartbeat though we were standing in a crowded area. I looked at my phone again. “I’m sorry, again, and I really have to go. Uhm, what’s your cell number?”
He tried to make a joke to lighten the mood, “You’re asking for my number? Am I that good-looking?” I smiled back at him and said monotonously as if I were reciting from a teleprompter, “Oh, yes, you are very good-looking and every girl here would love to date you.” I pause, “How’s that?” I smirk and he smirks back, “Perfect.”
“It was nice talking to you, Riley. Thanks for the drink,” I say lifting up my cup. I take out my free hand without the scars and offer it for a hand shake good-bye, but he looks at me with a raised eyebrow and pulls me in for a hug. He smelled so good and felt so warm. I wanted to freeze time and just stay in that one moment for a little bit longer. How could a hug be so gentle, yet so firm? I pull away once I felt his hold on me begin to loosen.
I stare at him and say, “Talk to you tonight, I guess?” “Yes. I loved that,” he said.
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When She Was Mine
FanfictionRyland is about to start her freshman year of college. The summer leading up to her first semester was the worst thing she ever experienced. She had her first major panic attack since she was 12. Diagnosed as clinically depressed at the age of 13, R...
