I stared up at the ceiling, the events from earlier replaying in my mind. I told Joe I loved him, and he actually said it back. I let out a breath, feeling slightly light headed from thinking about this. I heard the shower water turn off and the bathroom door open, Joe walked out. In basketball shorts and wet hair, why must he do this to me. I turned on my stomach and buried my face in the pillow, the bed dipped beside me
"So we're seriously not gonna talk about this?" I rolled on my side to look at him
"Talk about what?" He gave me a look, I sighed sitting up
"What is there to say?" He shrugged, not looking at me
"Well, what are we gonna do about this?"
"We honestly don't have to do anything about it-"
"So what, we are just gonna continue to be a pain in each others ass? Because I don't know about you, but I don't want to keep going like that" I looked up at him
"Joe, it isn't that easy" he gave me an aggravated look
"Really? Please tell me what's so complicated about it" I clenched my jaw
"Just forget I ever said that"
"No, I'm not forgetting it. Because you said it, now you're not running away from it."
"Joe" I tried to reason with him, but he wasn't having it
"Luna, you've spent your entire college and high school years running away from the feelings you had for me. That's not me being cocky, that's the truth. I'm not waiting another 5 years for you, because, for whatever reason, you're scared of telling me how you feel" for some reason, I wanted to cry and scream at him. But I didn't. I just stared at him, fully aware of how close he had gotten. I swallowed the huge lump forming in my throat before speaking
"You were the first boy I ever trusted, and you betrayed me. That hurt me more than anything, but I still wanted to be around you. I still wanted to talk to you, and touch you. The hold you had on me, was foreign to me and honestly, it was scary. How much I hated myself for ignoring you, or how much it hurt me to see you sad. It was confusing, me hating my self for hating you. I'd never been so attached to a boy before, I didn't know how to react to the way I was feeling. So I took the easy way, I avoided you. Hoping that these feelings would go away, but avoiding you only made it worse." The entire time I spoke, I was looking at my hands. I didn't want to look at him, knowing I would break down if I did. The last thing I needed right now was to cry. Especially in front of Joe, it was dead silent. Him being so quiet is what caused me to look up at him, the expression on his face was something I'd never seen him wear before. It was a mixture of pity, sadness and regret....he still said nothing. Joe wrapped an arm around my mid section and pulled me forward, we were so close our chests were touching. My breathing got softer at the sudden movement, he dipped his head and our lips touched. I responded right away, kissing back. A warm feeling covered my body and I realized just how strongly I felt for him. Yeah, I'd kissed Joe but we've never shared a kiss this intense before, I've never craved Joe as much as I do now. I'm not sure if it's because of the vulnerable state I'm in, or actual lust clouding my mind right now. But I needed Joe, I wrapped my arms around his neck drawing him closer, if it was even possible. My back softly hit the bed and Joe hovered above me, forearms on either side of me. He relaxed into me and I could feel myself unwind, letting myself be consumed by the euphoric feeling. Kissing him was the sort of relief that I needed in that moment, even if it only lasted for a short period of time. He pulled away and I let out a shaky breath, not wanting the kiss to end
"I'd love to continue this, but we have a dinner to get to" he spoke softly. "I'll go get the stuff I got you" he untangled himself from me and went into the other room, I sat up and backed myself against the headboard. I love Joe, I want to be with him. That silence confirmed everything I had been feeling and thinking, you know what they say. Silence is golden, I smiled to myself and ran a hand through my hair. Joe walked in with a smile on his face and white bag in his hand, a black box in the other. He sat across from me
