The Heartbroken - S01 E139

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The Heartbroken - S01 E139

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 139

Also, I couldn’t possibly ruin this, whatever we had going on between us, for the time being.

“If it was Alyssa who called you in the middle of the night,” I found myself saying, breaking the silence, “would you have done the same thing?”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him so I finished placing the last piece of medical tape instead, sealing the gauze in place.

The random question must have taken him by surprise because there was a prolonged silence before he answered. “Of course.”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “It’s done,” I announced and backed away from his foot.

“Why did you ask?” he said as he moved his foot closer to him to look at my work. “Thanks, by the way.”

My hands had a bit of his blood and I poured some of the bottled water he brought with him so I could wash my hands. “No reason,” I said. “Just curious.”

I sat across him, pretty sure that my brain would fail to function if I sat next to him like I did earlier. I had to sort my thoughts out. Moreover, I had to tell Hail (and listen to her go “I told you so”) and ask her what she thinks I should do. I didn’t want to act rashly and I certainly didn’t want to get my hopes up.

“You never answered, by the way,” he said.

“Answered what?”

“Why you freaked out.”

I looked him in the eye first before hugging my knees to my chest and looking down, my gaze landing on the guitar next to him. “Well, it wasn’t Cedric.”

He remained silent.

I sneaked a glance and saw him smiling at me, making my heart leap to my throat. “Really?”

“Mmm.”

Slowly, quite slowly, his face broke into a full grin.

—

We agreed that I was driving home. He seemed to feel bad about the fact that I had to carry all our stuff back to his car, even offering to bring the plastic bag. I gave him a pointed stare until he backed off and let me do all the carrying.

After putting all the stuff in the trunk and the guitar in the backseat, I came back to him. I left the blanket for him to sit on but he was already halfway to the car, the blanket bundled up in one hand and hopping this way to the car. He was balancing himself on one foot and looked like he could topple any second now.

“I told you to wait for me,” I said.

He must have failed to notice me because he flinched in surprise upon hearing my voice, nearly losing balance as his arms flailed in circles in an attempt to stay upright. “Holy fuckeroony, you scared me!”

I raised an eyebrow, stifling my laughter. “Fuckeroony?”

He scowled. “Why were you going all ninja on me?”

I walked over to him and offered to help him, but he firmly shook his head. “I can manage.”

“Seth,” I warned.

“My wounded pride, Kyla. Think about my wounded pride,” he said.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Fine, but I’m not helping you if you fall over.”

He distractedly waved me away with one hand before hopping. I rolled my eyes, watching him.