Page 25 of Feel It All

“Okay.”

Yeah, it was a lame excuse I know, but what was I supposed to say? Your dad told me to think about what I have to offer you and I have realized that in no way am I good enough for you. We make it back to our apartments without much conversation.

“Hey, why don’t you come inside, and we can hang out for a bit?”

I want to say yes, but I need to say no. But the moment I look at those big hazel eyes, it’s like the word “no” has left my vocabulary. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Okay great. It’s nice tonight. Why don’t we sit on the porch for a little bit?”

“Okay, sounds nice.”

We settle in on her small outdoor couch. She is so close I breathe in her fruity smell and blood instantly rushes to my dick. She brings her knees up to her chest then grabs a throw and drapes it over her knees. I take advantage and adjust myself so she won’t be able to see my current situation.

“Let me hear your best joke.” She leans into me for a moment then pulls back.

“A joke? Okay, why didn’t the two skeletons fight?”

“I don’t know, why?” She presses her lips together, fighting a smile.

“Because they didn’t have any guts.”

Winry’s head falls back in laughter. “That is your best joke? Come on, you can do better than that.”

“Hey, you laughed, didn’t you? Okay, your turn, tell me a joke. Let’s see if you can do any better.”

“All right, why was the mermaid wearing seashells?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“Because she grew out of her b-shells.”

We both break out in laughter. It’s so easy being with her. In this moment, I’m not thinking about anything other than her.

“There we go, feeling better?” She shakes my shoulder.

“I don’t know what you are talking about; I’m fine,” I deflect.

“You are fine now, but you have been acting weird ever since that last game with my dad. Did he say something to you?”

“What? No, he didn’t say anything.” Deflect. Deflect.

“Oh yeah, that was convincing. What did he say?” She presses.

“Nothing, Winry. Don’t worry about it.”

“So, he did say something. Graham, you can tell me.”

I avoid her gaze, “Win, let it go. Come on, ask me something else.”

I can tell she is dying to fight me on this, but she doesn’t. “Okay, tell me something about yourself that not many people know.”

“Oh man, bringing out the big guns. Well, let’s see. I have a completely rational fear of birds, especially ducks and geese.”

She tries but fails to hold in a laugh. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny. Fear of birds, noted.”

“All right, giggles, tell me something about you that not many people know.” I unintentionally scoot slightly closer to her.

“I love to write.”

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