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“Right here was where we shared our last kiss before going off to college. We swore to keep in touch, but I guess time just pulled us apart.”
“I should have made more of an effort.”
“As should have I, but we were still kids back then. We had our whole future ahead of us, and it would have been unfair to hold each other back.”
“Do you think we would have?”
“Would you be traveling the world now as an events manager if we had settled down?”
The question hung in the air, but we both knew the answers. We certainly wouldn’t have had the same lives if we had put in the effort. What that alternative life would have held, no one knows, and I wouldn’t dare to dream. I had to focus on the present.
“I never forgot that kiss. Those lips of yours.”
Looking up at me from underneath her lashes, she stopped swinging. I felt the same pulsating energy I had felt on her doorstep the night before, and I knew that I would be a fool to let the opportunity pass me by once again. Positioning myself between her legs, I leaned in and brought my lips to hers. All the unspoken words flowed through us, and for a moment, it felt like I had gone back in time, to the simpler days when we were still kids, and she was still mine. And just like that, I realized the emotions were still there too. However, it was no longer just the teenage crush. It was something much more real, grown in strength over the years.
I loved Aria Taylor.
The sudden realization had me pulling back, and Aria’s eyes fluttered open in surprise. I didn’t know what to say, and I didn’t want to admit my true feelings. I knew that if I exposed myself like that, I was open to being hurt again, and I couldn’t risk it, not so soon after my father’s death. I did the only thing I could think of at that moment and awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of my neck as I did so.
“I mean, just because we’re faking a relationship doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, right? For old times’ sake?”
It looked like my words had slapped her in the face as Aria recoiled. Just as quickly, though, she regained her composure. Her smile didn’t quite reach her face as she stood up.
“Yeah, we can have some fun. I don’t see why not. But I had better be getting home. It’s getting late.”
The once sweet moment had turned bitter, and I knew it was my fault. I considered telling her the truth for a second, but I knew that she would be less receptive to me in her current state. Swallowing my frustration, we walked back home, and I politely said goodbye to her on her doorstep. Before I had even contemplated kissing her again, the door was closed in my face.
Could it be that this relationship isn’t so fake after all?
