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“Who are you looking for?” she asks, following my gaze.
“I have to go.” I place my drink on the bar table, but she holds my arm, stopping me.
“Where are you going?” she playfully whines.
“I will be right back.” I pat her arm and walk off, brushing past people in search of Gianna.
“Hey Chris, where are you off to?” Luke calls after me, causing me to groan.
“Have you seen Gianna?” I may as well get to the point.
He shakes his head and sips his drink. “No, why are you looking for her when you should be with Jess?”
“Seriously?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “I don't even know why you invited her.”
He rolls his eyes. “So you can get laid, of course. I'm just trying to help you, and she's always ready.” He nods towards where I left Jess. And truly, she's still there, looking at us.
“I can't do that to her when she wants more than I can give,” I respond dejectedly.
He chews on his lower lip. “I saw Gianna heading to the balcony. Thank me later.”
I smile in relief and tap his arm in gratitude. “Thanks, man.”
I hurry off to the balcony. I see a figure through the window, on the balcony all by herself. My heart leaps in my chest for some reason, and I go up to meet her.
“Gianna,” She doesn't turn to look at me, so I walk closer and lean beside the railings.
“Where have you been? I've been looking for you.”
She still doesn't turn to look at me. “Well, you have been very busy, so you wouldn't have noticed when I left.”
She replies sharply, taking me aback. She sounds upset, and I can't help but feel I'm the cause of it. Damn, just when I thought we were getting along, something happened.
“I'm not too busy for you,” I try to reassure her. “I kept looking for you, and you were nowhere to be found.”
She snaps, “Why were you looking for me? To finish what you started, you two-timing jerk?”
I have never seen her so shaken. Fire in her eyes portrays real anger.
It turns out that she thought Jessica and I were a thing. Which is laughable because that's so far from the truth.
Also, a weird part of me is pleased that she's jealous. That strengthens my belief that she feels the same way.
But when she called our kiss a mistake, my soaring heart fell to the floor. The urge to prove her wrong soon rose in my chest, and I found myself kissing her—and I can't get enough.
She pulls back suddenly, and I resist whining and pulling her back into the kiss.
“Where is this going?” she suddenly asks, turning my mind into a mess. It's a good question that I don’t have the answer to yet.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. My fingers trace her lips. My hand tightens on her waist, afraid that she would pull away from my embrace. “But I want to find out. Because I like this. I like this a lot.”
“I like this too.” She sounds like she’s giving in.
I reach for her hand and hold it. She looks surprised but quickly recovers and laces our fingers together. I lead her back into the house and through some darkened hallways, holding hands in comfortable silence. It feels so nice to do this. I feel like a teenager who just got to hold his girlfriend's hand.
On reaching the door of my room, I lead her inside and turn the lights on. Still holding her hand, I watch her eyes take in every detail of my room. She suddenly looks thoughtful, and it worries me.
“Are you having second thoughts? If you are, I can take you home.” The last thing I want to do is pressure her.
