The Heartbroken - S01 E121

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The Heartbroken - S01 E121

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Seth nodded. “Indeed I

am.”

When Dylan was far

enough, Seth led me

back to the dance floor.

“You looked like you had

a really good time,” he

said. “Do you like him?”

The next song started.

It felt like I heard it

somewhere before, but

I couldn’t place it.

“He’s really nice,” I

replied.

“He obviously likes you.

Did he ask for your

number?”

I shook my head. “Not

really. I told you, he’s

nice. He doesn’t seem

like the type who’d do

that knowing I had a

boyfriend.”

He just shrugged.

This time, when we got

to the dance floor, he

placed both of his hands

on my waist instead of

using one of them to

hold mine. I could

almost feel the

impression of each of

his warm fingers

through the cloth of my

dress. I placed my

hands on his shoulders,

but he grinned at me

and pulled me closer, so

my hands met

somewhere at the back

of his neck. There was

almost no space

between us as he held

me in place.

“I heard this song

somewhere before,” I

said, trying not to let

my voice waver.

“From How I Met Your

Mother.” He nodded and

smiled. “I think the title

is What Would I Do

Without You.”

“That’s it!”

He nodded and grinned

before singing along

with it. Like the time he

sang to me in the

cafeteria, his voice

wasn’t perfect, but

there was something

about it that made me

think I could listen to

him all night.

“I meant it,” he said,

“when I said you

weren’t a b---h. When

we were talking in the

car.”

“Come on,” I said. “I

know it myself.”

“No. I’m serious.” His

eyes were piercing

through mine. “The real

you lies in that girl who

cried in the rain the

night she ran away

from home. The girl

who told me about her

dad. The girl who got

distracted at the sight

of a family at the

amusement park. The

girl who wrote that

brilliant poem. The girl

who grabbed my face

to check for injuries

when I said I had a

fight with my mom.

The girl who convinced

me not to hate myself.”

He was looking right

into my eyes. Leaning

down, he let our

foreheads touch. My

skin tingled where it

met his. “I’m glad I met

that girl.”

It was driving me crazy.

He was driving me

crazy. I looked down,

worried that I might

pass out if I kept

looking into his eyes. I

could feel my heart

against my ribcage, too

fast and too loud.

Could he feel it?

Could he hear it?

“Seth,” I said.

“Yeah?”

“You are an awesome

friend.” I looked up and

met his gaze. “And

okay, fine, you also

happen to be

unbelievably sexy and

undeniably attractive.” I

rolled my eyes as I

echoed his words from

the car earlier, but my

lips were tugged into a

wide smile.

That grin of his

appeared, lighting up

the rest of his face. I

could swear even the

dim room looked

brighter when he

flashed that goofy grin.

“I knew you’d admit it

someday.”

I flushed. “I’m not

saying I’m attracted to

you or anything,” I

suddenly blurted out.

“Just that you are

attractive. To others, I

mean. You know, in

general. But, um, I

wasn’t talking about

me. So, I’m not

attracted to you.”

He bit his lower lip, like

he was trying hard not

to smile. “Evans, I never

said you were.”