Page 63 of Any Second Now
To prove I’m choosing the right life, not just staying in it because I’m an object in motion on a certain path and I’ll stay that way unless something stops me.
I slowly swing my legs up and slide them onto the hammock, sighing with relief. I lean back—diagonally—and smile up into the trees.
Hell yeah!
I set the memoir on my belly and carefully pull out my phone to take a picture to send to Atticus.
Me
I finally got my ass into the hammock!
His response is immediate, which is how it is with us these days.
Atticus
it took you this long? I could’ve given you a lesson
how’s the book?
We’ve hung out multiple times since going for a drink with Lachlan and Barrett Steele after practice last weekend. It’s like we’ve given up dating lessons and just let ourselves fall into our… friendship?
That’s what this is.
It feels like more. But it’s not.
Besides the kissing during zombie movie night.
Oh, and the kiss on New Year’s Eve.
And that’s it.
Otherwise, just friends.
Two days ago we had lunch in downtown Fort Collins and walked the streets after. When we approached the street with the coffee shop and A Good Book, I suggested going in. He simply said no.
Then I asked him when he was going to ask out Rose the bookstore employee, but he just gave me a funny look.
Thinking about our kisses?
Because I’malwaysthinking of our kisses.
Me
Haven’t started it yet. If I follow her path, I’ll only have to visit 35 places before my next birthday, not 53. Doable, yeah?
Atticus
that your plan?
Me
Sure is not
Atticus sends a laughing emoji and I look back up into the trees. Traveling sounds great, but I’m not the person that January is, flitting around the globe and living in a bunch of different countries, traveling, exploring.
My phone buzzes on my chest.
Atticus
