Page 116 of Never Have I Ever
Kiss in the rain
Rosalie
My head drops, looking down at the ground. We’ve been dancing for what seems like forever. Technically it’s only been three songs, but it’s three songs too many. Andrew seems great, but I’m just not ready. Maybe I’ll take his number, but I don’t know when I’ll ever be ready.
I didn’t think I’d feel this defeated after things ended with Grayson. I didn’t think I’d fall for him and be heartbroken all in the span of twenty-four hours. How long do heartbreaks last anyway? Is there a timeframe when it starts feeling easier to imagine your life without them?
“You’re so hot,” Andrew whispers in my ear, and I’m glad he can’t see my face right now because the disgust on my face would put him off. For some reason, when Grayson complimented me, it made my face light up, it gave me butterflies and made me smile, but when Andrew does it, it sounds… wrong.
“Uh, thanks,” I say.
“Do you want to come back to my place later?”
My throat bobs as I struggle to find the words to tell him no. I don’t want to go anywhere but to bed tonight. I have a date with two giant tubs of ice cream and Bridget jones.
“Um…” I mumble and pull back to look at him. Maybe dancing with the guy for over five minutes made him think this was leading somewhere I definitely didn’t want it to go.
“I don’t think so,” someone behind me says, and the next thing I know, I’m being dragged away.
“What the hell?” Andrew mutters from behind me.
I spin my head, seeing Grayson grabbing my hand as we walk out of the bar. Grayson?
He pushes the door open as we head outside, the cold night air hitting my skin. He spins me around and presses me back against the brick. He stares down at me, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. “What was that in there?” he asks.
“Grayson?” I whisper, looking up at his dark eyes. Am I imagining this? I thought he’d never want to speak to me again after what happened.
He closes his eyes and tips his head back, a small smile forming on his lips. “Christ, I’ve missed that,” he mumbles.
“What’s happening right now?” I ask him.
“Were you trying to make me jealous, angel?” he asks, his fingers meeting mine. I shiver under his touch. Angel. He called me angel again.
I almost smile, almost throw my arms around him and pull him into me, but I have no idea what he’s doing. I don’t know why he pulled me outside, why he’s calling me angel, or why he’s asking if I was trying to make him jealous. I would never do that to him. I didn’t think he’d care. After all, he was the one who ended it.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “We’re not together anymore. Actually, we were never together, right? So, there’s no reason for you to feel jealous.”
He frowns. “Don’t say that.”
I shake my head. “I would never do that to you. I don’t want you to hurt like I’m hurting.”
I look up at him, and his eyes trace my face, his throat bobbing as he swallows. His hand cradles my face, and he tilts his head down. He leans in, and his lips meet mine, fast and hard like he’s punishing me for something, but I take it. I open my mouth and let his tongue inside, tasting him for the first time in over a week. Oh god, I’ve missed him so much.
But I still have no idea what the hell is going on. I pull back on a hum. “What are you doing?” I ask.
He smiles with that sweet smile, and his thumb runs over my lip. “Taking back what’s mine,” he murmurs, meeting my eyes.
I suck in a breath, my heart thumping inside my chest. “What do you mean by that?” I ask him.
“It means I’m an asshole,” he says, his brows furrowing. “It means I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner.” He leans down until our breaths mix, and his lips almost touch mine. “It means I love you.”
I stop breathing. All the air is stuck in my chest as I process the words that just came out of his mouth. He loves me?
“But… you don’t believe in love,” I somehow manage to say.
“I didn’t,” he reaffirms, shaking his head. “Until you.”
The way he’s looking at me is so intense. His dark eyes burn into mine, and I can’t look away. “What?” I say, shaking my head, a little dizzy.
