“Ugh,” I groan, tossing my phone to the side and rubbing my hands over my face. “What am I doing?”
But I don’t have an answer.
And neither does Leo apparently.
Because he doesn’t reply.
And eventually…
I give up on him.
Because what else can I do?
Only just as I walking into the bathroom, I hear?—
Buzz. Buzz.
LEO: I’d like that.
My lungs inflate in a rush that’s so intense I nearly drop to my knees—I want it that bad.
I like it that much.
My fingers fly over the keys, but it’s when my thumb is heading for the send button that I freeze.
That I realize what I’m doing.
What I’m feeling.
Hope—the slenderest thread is coiling through my insides, wrapping itself around my heart.
Hope that things may be different.
Hope that what I thought that night months ago might be true.
Hope that he wants me, not just once but…
Forever.
That word is a slap across my face, stinging enough to snap me out of myself.
Out of my idiocy.
I hit the backspace button, tapping over and over again.
Tapping until nothing remains of the message.
Until nothing remains of the mistake I almost made.
But the yearning is still there.
For Leo.
For more.
“So dumb, Harp,” I whisper. “So freaking dumb.”
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