Until We Meet (GxG)

Chapter Eight

Ophelia's POV

It's been a week, Keira was acting weird whenever we communicate since that night. She seemed like avoiding me and cutting down lunchtime with me.

I was glad I had my way to take out lunch for her. That was a little thing I could do for not let her get starve when she was busy.

I tried to reduce awkwardness between us, so I would make conversation. But, she would be stuttered or averted eye contact with me whenever she replied.

Did I scare her again? I couldn't tell. So, I did my best to leave a space for her instead of bugging her.

Somehow, she made me confused. She seemed resumed to her usual vibe and made fun of me. Of course, I would fire back the joke with her.

Phew! That was all I could express after an awkward situation hide-and-seek conversation time with my crush. Making her ghost me was the last thing I wanted.

I would put a tiny hope she liked girls too since she accepted and watched women's love stories and she never say anything whenever I mentioned my favorite Bechloe ship.

What if she was just a lady who openly accepted same-gender relationships? If that was the case, I didn't think it was a chance.

Well, it was fate to pull us to meet again. So, I should have put faith in it, right?

Honestly, I tried my best to subtle myself not to scare her, but I hated that I had gone a little too far. Pathetic.

How could I behave whenever I saw my favorite lady would react when I teased her? I knew I shouldn't have, but I was just too stupid to do that. She teased me either.

I was rewinding that night when we were sharing an intense nearly second-time lips meeting that never even happen. Yet.

I think I might carry it away if she never pins my hands. What if she never does that? Would that second-time lips meeting gonna happen?

I would never forget the way her gray eyes gazed at mine like a cupid shooting an arrow in my heart. Damn, that lips of hers, so alluring.

Hold on, I should have stop fantasy about her like a creep. Should I tell her the truth? I was still afraid to deal with her reaction after I told her.

Yes, I was such a coward.

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"Dad, you gotta be kidding me!" I laughed at the black old school car in front the porch of our house. I was never good at cars but I could tell it was an expensive car.

"Well, you're Ophelia Wilson as PA of your Keira," dad stated with a chuckle.

"That doesn't make sense, dad!" I laughed louder and pointed out, "I don't think my paycheck is affordable to invest in this car."

"Well, it could be a gift from first-generation, sweetheart," dad reasoned with a light shrug.

No doubt take this classic car to work. Who knows I could send Keira home as my sweet return.

I walked toward the car and happily joined my dad as I reached my hand to the handle of the car door and grinned, "Thanks dad. I love you."

Dad only smiled at me in return as I quickly opened the car door, but my jaw dropped as I looked at my dad in disbelief, "Seriously, dad? I don't think anyone drives a stick nowadays, and you know I never into a stick."