Page 16 of Through My Window
“Are you sure about what you feel?” I ask, playing with my fingers.
“Yes, I’m very sure, I like her a lot.”
My throat gets dry. “When did you realize you liked her?”
“I think I’ve always known it. I’ve been a coward, but I can’t hide it anymore,” he says.
He looks down and sighs, and when he looks at me again, his eyes have a glint in them, so full of emotions. “I’m dying to kiss her.”
“Oh yeah?”
Yoshi moves a little closer. “Yes, her lips are pure temptation; it’s driving me crazy.”
“She must have very nice lips then.”
“The most beautiful I’ve ever seen in my life, they have me spellbound.”
Spellbound . . .
Spell . . .
Witch . . .
Ares . . .
No! No! Don’t think about Ares! Not now!
Inevitably, those sea-blue eyes come to my mind, that cocky smile, those soft lips suckling my neck.
Oh no! I hate you, brain!
My best friend since childhood is about to confess his love to me, and I’m thinking about my arrogant, Greek godlike idiot neighbor.
“Raquel?”
Yoshi’s voice brings me back to reality. He looks disconcerted, and it’s no surprise. I chose the worst moment to disconnect mentally. But it also helped to clear my mind a bit. Seeing Yoshi so vulnerable in front of me made me realize that I can’t handle a confession. Not now.
“I need to use the bathroom.” I rush out of the room before he can say anything.
I walk into the bathroom and lean against the door. I shake my hair out in frustration. I’m a fucking coward and stupid too. I didn’t even bring my phone into the bathroom to ask Dani for support. Who goes into the bathroom without their phone these days? No one, just me. I grunt and massage my face, thinking.
“Raquel?” I hear Yoshi’s call on the other side of the door. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”
“No!” I open the door as fast as I can, but I only catch a glimpse of his back disappearing out the door of my room. Throwing myself on my bed, I let myself be consumed by laziness. I don’t want to think anymore; I just want to rest my mind. I close my eyes and quickly fall into dreamland.
Rocky’s barking wakes me up abruptly. The barks are continuous and loud—what I call his “serious barks”—and he only gets this worked up when there is someone he doesn’t know in the house. I get out of bed so fast that I get dizzy and crash against the side of the wall. “Ow!”
Rocky is barking in the direction of the window, as if sensing something out there. It’s already dark outside, and the night breeze moves my curtains gently. There’s nothing at the window, so I calm down.
“Rocky, there’s nothing there.”
But he just keeps barking. Maybe there’s a cat outside, and his dog senses are tingling? Rocky doesn’t stop, so I walk to the window to soothe him. When I peek out, I yell so loudly that Rocky jumps up beside me.
Ares.
On a ladder.
Climbing up to my window.
