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“He okay?”
I love that the first question from his mouth has nothing to do with us. He could've asked me a million other things, but his first concern was Jackson; my heart constricts a little tighter.
“Yeah. I’ve told my grandpa not to let him watch that movie I don’t know how many times.” I let out a breath as I take a seat in the chair that sits directly across from the couch.
“Mine was The Neverending Story,” he chimes in. “My sister loved that movie, and it always gave me horrible nightmares.”
“Really?” I can’t help but smile at him. “I loved that movie.”
“It was a good movie. But that damn wolf thing got me every time.”
“Yeah, that part was pretty creepy, I’ll give you that,” I agree, letting the next several seconds of silence stretch between us without another word.
I know this is the point where one of us just needs to say something already, but damn if I can’t seem to think of one single thing to say.
“I’m sorry.” Ant is the first to break the silence.
“No, I’m sorry,” I interject, feeling like this is one hundred percent on me.
Even though he initiated the kiss, I certainly didn’t do one damn thing to discourage it either, and that’s on me.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s my fault. I guess I just, fuck… I don’t know. I guess I just lost my mind for a second. What we have here is good. I don’t want to screw that up. And I never want to put you in a position where you feel like you’re doing wrong by Courtney. Please know that was never my intention.”
“I know that.”
“I don’t regret kissing you, Bree. I want to make that very clear. But you’re too important to me to do anything to jeopardize our friendship.”
“I feel the same way,” I finally admit; though, I also can’t ignore the disappointment that settles down on my chest like a thousand pound weight.
“So how about we just pretend like it never happened? Deal?” He gives me a boyish grin, and I swear I nearly melt into a damn puddle right here on the floor.
“Deal,” I concede, knowing that’s it the right move but wishing like hell it could be so much different.
I spend the rest of the night laying wide awake in my bed, unable to shake the memory of Anthony’s mouth on mine or the way that kiss made me feel.
