The Heartbroken - S01 E144

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The Heartbroken - S01 E144

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 144

“Well, 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.

“I heard this song somewhere before,” I

said in an attempt to change the topic.

“From How I Met Your Mother.” He nodded,

smiling at me. “I think the title is What

Would I Do Without You.”

“That’s it!”

He nodded and grinned before singing

along with it. 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 suddenly said, “when I said

you weren’t a b---h. When we were talking

in the car.”

“Come on.” I shook my head. “I am, and

even I know that.”

“No. I’m serious.” Something about the way

he said it compelled me to look up at him.

His blue eyes held mine as he removed one

hand from my waist to tuck a stray lock of

hair behind my ear. “The real you lies in that

the girl who told me stories of 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 and he

leaned down to let our foreheads touch.

“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 thrashing against my

ribcage, too fast and too loud.

Could he feel it?

Could he hear it?

“Seth,” I said, slightly breathless.

“Mm?”

“You are an incredibly awesome friend.” I

looked up and met his gaze. “And—okay,

fine—you also happen to be unbelievably

sexy and undeniably attractive.”

Slowly, his lips tugged into a wide grin,

immediately lighting up the rest of his face

and the whole room. “I knew you’d admit it

someday.”

“I’m not saying I’m attracted to you or

anything,” I suddenly blurted out, unable to

keep myself from blushing. “Just that you

are attractive. To others, I mean. You know,

in general. Not, like, to me. So, I’m, um, not

attracted to you.”

“Evans,” he said, looking like he was trying

not to smile, “I never said you were.”