The Heartbroken - S01 E132

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The Heartbroken - S01 E132

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 132

I looked out over the ocean, feeling the cold night air biting against the skin on my face. The water seemed like an endless black space, shimmering with the moonlight hitting the ripples.

The beach had always been lit because a few years ago, some tourists drowned or something. The local management had these lights lining the beach ever since then.

When I looked back down at Seth, he was already seated in the blanket he set on the sand. His legs were stretched in front of him, ankles crossed. He was looking up at me with a small smile on his lips as he patted the space next to him. “C’mere.”

I kicked my slippers off and sat next to him, trying to ignore the fact that my left shoulder was brushing against his right shoulder, making it harder for me to concentrate. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them close to me.

He reached for the plastic bag, the sound of the rustling plastic too loud in the silent night. He protruded three containers from it. I reached for one and opened it as he opened the other two. I was surprised to find differrent sliced fruits inside.

I looked over at the others. One of them had chocolate chip cookies and the other had chips. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him with a look that was bordering on surprised and amused.

He gave me a nonchalant shrug and smiled, making my insides twist at the sight. “What? I’d love a midnight picnic anytime.”

“You barely had time to prepare all this,” I pointed out. Considering how quickly he organized that picnic back then, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. “How’d you do it?”

“It’s a secret,” he said and reached for his backpack. He dug around for a while before taking a silver thermos out, along with two white mugs. “I brought hot choco.”

Unbelievable. How could he have done all this? All this, just from a dream I had that wasn’t even a nightmare. It wasn’t even anything remotely close to a bad dream.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” I said, feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

Seth was too perfect. He was smart, he was funny, he was thoughtful. He drove me crazy and that dorky grin of his is as sexy as fuckity f--k f--k. I didn’t even know the words dorky and sexy could be used in the same sentence.

“I wanted to,” he replied, filling the mugs with some chocolate from the thermos. He handed one to me, meeting my eyes.

I took it from him, averting my gaze.

“So,” he said, popping a grape in his mouth. “Why’d you call?”

I took a tentative sip from the mug. It was the perfect kind of warm and sweet and bitter and creamy.

“You’re gay, aren’t you?” I asked him as he started to take a sip from his mug.

He nearly spluttered his drink out, throwing him in a coughing fit so violent I was surprised he hadn’t coughed his lung out. Trying not to laugh, I awkwardly placed a hand on his back and moved it in what I hoped was a soothing motion.

Even through the fabric of his thick hoodie, I could feel his muscles, his shoulder blade, his warmth. I pulled my hand away when he finally stopped coughing.

“I rushed out of bed thinking you were upset, and that’s what you’re saying?” he half-yelled at me, coughing again afterwards.