Page 118 of It's Not PMS, It's You
Something was on his mind.
I was finally able to speak. “What are you thinking?”
“Is this a trick question or do you really want to know?”
“I really want to know.”
He swallowed, searching for the right words. “What is happening here?”
“That’s a very good question.”
“And do you have a good answer?”
“Not at the moment, but it was just like my dream.”
Whatdidhappen there?
Something spontaneous?
Something primal?
Something I hoped would happen again?
Okay, the answer to the last question was ayes, for sure, but I had other questions.
What were we doing exactly? How could this possibly work out between us when we were so different from each other? Were we both crazy, or was it just me?
Doubts flooded my mind and I didn’t know how to respond to Nick.
“Ruth? Talk to me. What do you make of what just happened between us?”
I sighed. “It was a momentary lapse of concentration.”
“On whose part?”
“Quite possibly we’re both to blame, getting caught up in the moment . . .”
He nodded. “What are you saying? The kiss was a mistake?”
“I didn’t say that.Yousaid that.”
Nick shook his head. “Ididn’t say that, but you may be right.”
That’s not what I wanted to hear.
“Or you may be wrong.”
Much better.
I traced the scar on his chest again with my index finger. “Nick-fil-A . . .”
Nick moaned like he was in agony. “You’re killing me, Ruthless.”
“Is that right?” I smiled and continued to trace the scar.
“You may want to stop doing that soon or there will be a good chance that we’re going to have another one of those momentary lapses of concentration that quite possibly is or is not a mistake.”
I nodded, thinking about it, still tracing. “Okay then, let me ask you this . . . if there’s a possibility that the kiss was a mistake,whyare you still holding me against your body like you don’t want to let go?”
