The Heartbroken - S01 E143

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The Heartbroken - S01 E143

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 143

“Mind if I cut in?”

Seth’s eyebrows shot up his forehead and I

turned around to see Dylan.

“Seth, right? Look, I know she’s your

girlfriend,” he said quickly, raising both his

hands in the universal sign of surrender. “I

just… thought it would be a waste not to

grab the opportunity.”

Seth’s grip on me tightened for a

nanosecond before loosening and I looked

up to see a vaguely amused expression on

his face. He shrugged and smiled at him. “I’ll

be watching you, so don’t even think of

trying anything funny.”

That was it? He was simply going to give

me away like that? Wasn’t he even just a tad

jealous?

My thoughts whirred to a stop at the

realization. What was wrong with me? It

wasn’t like he was my real boyfriend

anyway.

Dylan tentatively offered his hand and I

stepped away from Seth to take it, trying to

be as polite as possible. The song sounded

familiar, but it took me a while to recognize

it as How Long Will I Love You by Ellie

Goulding, and the male singer really sang it

well. I caught sight of Seth asking Isabelle

to dance with him.

I turned back to Dylan and smiled. “So,” I

said, feeling incredibly awkward.

“I think I heard this song from a movie

before,” Dylan began, probably sensing my

wariness.

I nodded. “Yeah. The title was About Time,

right?”

His face lit up. “Yeah! That’s it. That was a

good movie.”

His smile was pretty contagious and I

started to relax. “I know. I loved it.” I shook

my head, and without even thinking twice

about it, I said, “My father died from cancer,

so the ending really brought me to tears.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” He looked at me with such

sincerity it nearly took my breath away.

“Now I feel bad for bringing the movie up.”

I shook my head and smiled. He was so

open and sincere, and I immediately knew

he was a good person. “No, no, no. It was

my fault.”

We talked for a while, Dylan skillfully

changing the topic like a good

conversationalist. He was actually pretty

funny, easily making me laugh and ease

into a surprisingly comfortable

conversation with him.

When the song ended, he offered to walk

me back to the table. We were on our way,

but Seth had just finished walking Isabelle

back and was heading directly towards us.

Dylan and I stopped.

“Hey. I was thinking we could dance

more?” Seth said, looking slightly

embarrassed to ask.

My heels were starting to kill me, but I didn’t

care when I answered, “Of course.”

Dylan thanked me for the dance and turned

to Seth with an easy smile. “You’re a lucky

guy.”

I couldn’t tell if the smile on Seth’s face was

real or not when he said, “Indeed I am.”

When Dylan was far enough, Seth led me

back to the dance floor. The next song

started and he carefully pulled me closer.

This time, he placed both of his hands on

my waist.

I tentatively placed my hands on his

shoulders, trying to ignore the tingles

quickly spreading from where his hands

held me, but then 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.

“You looked like you had a really good

time,” he said. “Do you like him?”

“He’s… nice.”