Excerpt
Turning on
my heel, I went back to my laptop and plugged my earbuds in. I ignored his
attempts
to rekindle the conversation as I turned the volume up.
Facebook
dinged at me as soon as I pulled the page up. It was Taylor.
T: Hey.
R: Hi.
Ugh, I
thought. Two words exchanged and my mood is instantly better. I grew concerned
that
Josh might
be right in being worried about Taylor.
T: How are you, pretty lady?
R: Sigh. Just got into an argument with Josh.
I probably
shouldn’t have told him, but if talking was going to make me feel better, why
not?
T: Oh? What about?
I
hesitated before typing
R: …You.
It took
him a moment to respond, during which time I glanced at Josh. He was playing
his
game and
bobbing his head to music that played from his headset. So you turned music up,
too…
We’re so similar, I thought.
A ding
brought my attention back to my computer screen.
T: Really? May I ask the topic? More specifically
than just arguing about me, I mean.
I could imagine his boyish grin and chuckled. I
typed slowly, trying to figure out what to say.
R: He thinks you are only having me meet your
friends so you can show off what it
yours. That all guys do it because he does it. I
think he’s ridiculous.
Taylor was
quiet for another few minutes.
T: Is he really such a caveman that he has to mark
you as his?
Before I
could reply, he continued.
T: Or does he have reason to believe you need to be
marked?
My heart
raced at the thought. Was there a reason for Josh to feel as though he had to
claim
me as his?
The only other interested person was Taylor, and I had no intention of going
down
that path.
So why did
my stomach do flips at the idea?
R: Not that I know of.
I wasn’t
lying. There was no reason to lie to Taylor, and I honestly didn’t think there
was
anything
for Josh to worry about.
T: Good. I would hate for your nature to be
compromised over me.
In my head, he sounded teasing. I smiled.
R: Like you could ever do something that would ruin
my nature. You definitely aren’t
someone that could make me a worse person than I
already am.
T: Oh? I could never influence you, huh? (P.S. You
aren’t a bad person, even though
you seem to think you are.)
R: You know me well enough to say that?
T: I think I know you better than anyone else, if
I’m being honest.
My heart
skipped and I chewed on my lower lip in thought.
R: What makes you think that?
T: When you’re with me, you’re light as a feather.
Every photo you have has a weight
added on your shoulders. You hardly smile, and when
you do, you look like you’re
forcing it. When you’re with me, you breathe. You
smile and laugh and you don’t seem to
worry about anything.
R: So you see all that, huh?
T: Not just that. I see your heart when I look into
your eyes, and as beautiful as your
eyes are, your heart is even lovelier. Your soul is
painted red – your favorite color, I’ll
assume – and you are full to the brim with passion
for life.
R: Stop it, lol… You’re just guessing. Flattery gets
you nowhere.
T: Think what you want, Madame. It doesn’t change
the fact that it’s what I see when
I look at you.
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