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“And please, try to stay out of trouble,” mom begs us.
“Will do,” Luanna reassures. “I’m a complete new person, aunty.”
“I find that hard to believe,” she quips, and gives us each a kiss, pushing my dad through the door, closing it behind her.
When they’re gone, I allow myself to breathe, relief rushing through my system, easing my nerves.
“Now, where’s that boyfriend of yours that I haven’t met yet?” Luanna asks.
I snort. “I don’t think that he’s my boyfriend yet.”
“I’m not?”
I jump when I hear Stanley’s voice behind me. Immediately, I turn around, spotting him on the side of the hall. He has an arched eyebrow and a spark on his eyes that I can’t quite decipher.
“You know? Suddenly I have to pee. I’m going to find a bathroom,” Lu intervenes before she has to be part of an awkward conversation that doesn’t involve her.
She passes by his side and gives me a thumbs up when he can’t see her, approving him. Of course she does. Stanley could make a modeling career if he wanted to.
“That’s Luanna?” he asks when she disappears down the hall. Stepping closer to me, his gaze turns intense. I nod, answering his question silently. “You too look nothing alike.”
“Yeah, she has the genes from my mother’s side of the family. They’re mostly gingers. I got more from my dad, I think,” I let him now.
“I can see that,” he comments and licks his lips. “Now, about what you said.”
Heat settles in my face, concentrating in my cheeks. Goddammit, I need to learn how to control this because it’s always revealing when I feel embarrassed by something that I said or did.
“Stan, it was just something that popped into my mind. I mean, it’s true, it’s not like we’ve had that talk,” I reply overwhelmed with the verbal diarrhea.
Stanley leads his fingers to my chin, forcing me to look at him. It’s the first time that I feel like I can’t read what his green orbs want to tell me. I know that there’s not a hint of anger or frustration. Only curiosity shadows his eyes.
“I like you,” he says gently. “Not just for a quick fuck, or to be friends with benefits. I like you a lot.”
I sigh.
“I like you too. As if it wasn’t obvious.”
“Then?” he presses, and I swallow the knot in my throat.
“Then what?”
“Why not make it an official thing?” Stan proposes as if it wasn’t a big deal, like it’s not something that people take the time to decipher. Sometimes couples take months to even figure out what they want.
We’ve only been in one date, and it ended up with us having a ton of sex. How do we know that we’re not in some kind of post orgasmic spell? I’m insecure about this. When people rush into relationships, it often ends up bad. I don’t want to get my heart broken by him, and I sure as hell don’t want to hurt him either. Why is it so complicated to figure out my feelings? They’re a tangled mess that I never seem to fix.
“Don’t you think it’s too soon?” I wonder in a hoarse tone. Nervousness turns my voice squeaky and raspy.
Stanley shrugs.
“Time is relative, Bree. I think that relationships should be measured in the connection that they have, not by the quantity of months or years that they’ve been together. In a couple of weeks, we’ve proven that we function better than a lot of the couples that I’ve seen at campus.”
I run out of arguments because he’s right. In reality, we’ve only known each other for a few months, but the chemistry between us is more tangible and real than anything else that I’ve experienced before. We’re getting to know each other, I adore the person that he is, we’re completely transparent with the other… There are many reasons supporting what he’s saying. The only thing that tries to fight it is my insecurity. I enjoy our healthy arguments and our playful banter. Stanley values me in the same way that I value him.
“You’re right.”
“Of course I’m right,” he says, one of the corners of his lips curving in a smirk.
I hit his arm softly.
