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My heart pounds and breathing has becomesomething I’m not sure I can do anymore. My eyes are burning, but I’m afraid if I do anything—even something as little as blinking—this last wall between us will burst down, and we’ll do something we can’t come back from.
“I will kiss you at some point,” he states matter-of-factly making my stomach flip on its side with fear and anticipation.
“No, you won’t,” I respond in barely above a whisper.
He parts his lips, coming even closer to me.
I should push him away.
I want to push him away.
But I don’t.
I stand there like a complete idiot, allowing him to control the situation.
“I will,” he whispers, placing the AirPod in my hand. Then, he backs up and walks away, leaving me standing there with my head tilted back, my lips parted, and my heart pounding.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“I might have to look into Tennessee football now just to prove my point,” he shouts over his shoulder.
“Ugh!” I yell out and stomp my feet in frustration now that I’ve been broken from the Wick spell.
What is wrong with me?
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Natalie
It takes everything in my power to not head to the river to meet Dalton tonight. I keep telling myself that he never said to, so why should I? I’m lying on my bed, convinced I did the right thing until I get a text.
Why aren’t you here?
Why would you assume I would be? We never said we would meet tonight.
My stomach turns as I watch the three little bubbles dance on my screen, waiting for his reply.
We need to talk.
About what?
You know what. Come down here.
I stare at his text, then put the phone face down on my bed.
Of course, I know what he means, but seeing it in writing makes it feel even more real. He’s right though. Something is happening between us. I need to put a stop to it before it goes any further.
My phone dings again, and I panic when I read the text.
I can come there if you think that’s better.
I jump off my bed, my heart feeling like a teen is beating on it in the drumline. He most definitely cannot come here.
I’m on my way.
I exit my room and go down the hall to where my mom is working on a quilting project.
“Mom, I’m going for a ride,” I say, leaning in the door.
