Page 42 of Beautiful Trauma


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I needed someone to talk some sense into me. Most people would go to their big sister, but my big sister didn’t believe in love, and it seemed like talking to her would only make me freak out more. So, I texted Mish.

Me: I kissed him.

Mish: You kissed who?

Me: Eli.

Me: I fucking kissed my best friend and I’m losing my shit.

My phone rang, and I answered with rising panic. “What the fuck did I do, Mish?”

“Calm your tits, woman. Tell me what happened.”

“I just stopped him on his way out the door and fucking kissed him. On the mouth. With tongue, Mish!” I paced the house, keeping Wyatt in the corner of my vision.

“Did he have a bad reaction?”

“No. He asked me what I was doing, and I kissed him again. And then he kissed me back.” I continued my pacing.

“So, what’s the problem?”

“What if he was just being polite?” I threw my free hand up in the air even though she couldn’t see me.

“Um, being polite would’ve been pulling away and letting you down easy; not shoving his tongue in your mouth. What happened after you kissed?”

“He said we’d talk later, and he left for work.”

“Did he look upset?”

“No, he was smiling.”

“So, again I ask, what’s the problem?”

I found her inability to read my mind frustrating. “What does he mean, ‘We’ll talk about this’?”

“He probably wants to ask you why you attacked him with your mouth on his way out the door when you’ve had years to do so and never have.”

“I don’t have an answer for that!” I squealed.

“Seriously, you are going to make me deaf. Calm down. Easy solution. When he gets home, just greet him at the door naked. He’ll be so stunned he won’t have anything to say.”

“Mish, be serious.”

She laughed, “I am. But if that’s not how you want to roll, just talk to him. What changed?”

I couldn’t tell her about my confession the night before. Not that I didn’t trust Mish, but I had already broken my promise not to tell anyone “He’s just… I don’t know. Lately, I want more. And I’m sick of not having it.”

“Like you’re looking for a regular lay, or more like an adult relationship?”

“I could never just use him as a fuck buddy, Mish. If I was gonna do that, I would’ve years ago. I’ve been avoiding sex because I’ve been afraid of fucking everything up. I’m talking about an actual relationship. Wait.” I paused. “ Do you think he just wants to fuck me?”

“Oh my gawd, Cee. You know that man is in love with you. Would he do that if it was what you wanted? Maybe. But he wants more. He wants it all. Stop freaking out and just have an adult conversation with your best friend.”

I sighed, still anxious but a little less on edge. “I just don’t want to lose him.”

“It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

Twenty-Five

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