The Heartbroken - S01 E60

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The Heartbroken - S01 E60

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 60

He shrugged, closing his

eyes and letting himself

fall back into his seat. “I

feel exhausted.”

I looked at him. He had

his head resting against

the back of the sofa,

his eyes closed. I looked

at the way his face

changes when he looks

so peaceful.

“What if,” he said,

opening his eyes

without moving, “Cedric

suddenly shows up on

your doorstep one day

and asks you to take

him back?”

I’d always thought

about this question.

Maybe even

unconsciously. But I’d

never given myself a

real answer. “I don’t

know. I’m afraid to

know.”

He closed his eyes

again, not saying

anything. His silence

bothered me, but I just

shut up until his

breathing changed into

even inhales and

exhales, falling asleep.

I don’t know how long

we stayed that way,

but we didn’t stir until

the first visitors arrived.

By nine, the house was

overflowing with drunk

teenagers dancing to

some crap music. Seth

had been with me all

night, always orbiting

somewhere near me

and helping me get

through the alcohol-

induced crowd.

“You’re seriously not

going to let me drink?” I

asked him, incredulous.

“The only way I can get

through this crap music

is if I’m not sober.”

“The crowd loves it.

And I did give you one

beer.”

“One beer.” I gave him

my best WTF look.

“See? Exactly.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re

not the boss of me,” I

huffed, feeling childish

about saying that line.

“My house.” He smirked.

I groaned and decided

there was no point in

getting into a stupid

argument with him.

Besides, I don’t even

like beer.

“Look. He’s here,” Seth

whispered.

Cedric.

Seth took my hand. He

looked me in the eye

first, almost as if he

was asking me if I was

all right.

“I’m fine,” I told him.

“Are you sure?” He

placed a hand on my

cheek.

I gave him a Duh look.

He nodded. “Okay. Come

on.”

We made our way

among the throng of

sweaty bodies and

went to the counter.

We both sat on it, side

by side with our feet

dangling over the edge

because this was

elevated. People were

bound to see us.

“So we’re going to make

out?” I asked him.

“Oh, no, no, no.” He

smirked. “Making out?

That’s normal. Raging

hormones and all.”

“Then what?”

He pulled me closer. “We

gotta give them

something more than

just the usual make

out.”

He traced my cheek

with the back of his

hand, slowly spreading

tingles where his skin

touched mine, moving

until his fingers were

pressed against the

back of my neck. His

thumb was tracing

circles on my skin and I

couldn’t fight the shiver

that went up my spine.

God, I cannot be turned

on by this, right?

Ah, f--k, who was I

kidding? I don’t know

what was wrong with

me, but his hand on the

nape of my neck made

it really hard to think

clearly.

He bent down and

closed the distance

between us, but his lips

landed on my forehead

first, gentle and quick.

It drove me crazy.

Then, he let our

foreheads touch, our

breaths mixing in the

space between us.