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7/4/17
THE BAG OF popcorn is warm on my lap as I lounge on the couch and flip on a movie.
The house is quiet since Grayson and Hayley are out with Cale and Clayton. They of course wanted me to tag along but I wanted them to have a fun night out and ever since the beach party I've been in a funk.
I'm confused except that I'm not. I know exactly what I want, better yet who I want, but somehow that clarity only makes me more confused.
So instead of faking a smile for the evening I decided to stay in and stuff my face full of buttery popcorn and distract myself by binging early 2000's chick flicks. They make life and love look so simple compared to my reality.
I do know I can't have things proceed any further with Finn. It's not fair to him to lead him to believe we could eventually become something when I know we won't. We can't. He's so nice and warm and he is what my heart should crave. But it's not.
I'm settling into the couch right as Jennifer Garner wakes up as a thirty year old on screen when the doorbell rings.
A wave of deja vu hits me and I pause as I stand from the couch. My heart races as my tongue traces over my butter flavored lips.
It can't be him again? Right?
I walk over to the door and when I look through the peephole my heart soars. I don't groan and roll my eyes like last time. Because I can't lie to myself anymore. I'm excited to see him. Even through the tangled web of confusion that has my mind a complete mess my lips can't help but lift.
It's only been a few days since the beach party celebration for the fourth, but I won't lie. I've missed him. I know I shouldn't. But every moment I spend with him and I get to see beneath the facade he puts on for the rest of the world I find myself wanting to know more. To dig deeper. To crawl as far under his skin as he is already under mine.
I swing open the door to see Colt all dressed up in a pair of navy trousers and a crisp white button up with his sleeves rolled up. The first few buttons on his shirt are open revealing his sun kissed skin that makes my fingers itch to reach out. His dark brown hair isn't as messy as usual but instead styled. The unruly curls that usually tangle around his neck are tamed and in place.
Colt's dark eyes brighten like the sun rising in the morning as his gaze meets mine and a soft mile touches his lips.
I try to keep my emotions in check as my insides buzz with an energy I've never felt before, but I don't want to focus too much on that at this moment. "What are you doing here?" I ask him a bit stunned to see him here. I don't miss the way his eyes trail over me and linger on the exposed skin my oversized t-shirt and shorts allow and it makes my entire body flush.
His signature smirk pulls across his lips. "We're friends, remember," he says as he steps through the threshold of the door into the house.
I shut the door behind him, closing out the humid summer heat that threatens to wind around us and steal our breaths. "Ah yes, so friends just show up unannounced?" I question with a raise of my eyebrows.
