A Good Kind of Different

Chapter 8

I stared down at Jonathan's smooth face. His cheeks held a slight rosy tint as he laughed nervously. One of his hands gripped mine, not too tight, but tight enough. His breathing was uneven and shallow, and his words were stuttered out when he spoke.

"Hey, we can stop if you want," I assured Jonathan, "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

I raised my hand to brush his hair behind his ear. 

Did he just lean into my hand?!

"I'm ok, just... nervous." John admitted. 

I smiled at him and then placed a kiss on his forehead, "Me too, Byers, me too."

When I pulled back, Jonathan's face was now cherry red. The sight of him made my heart flutter.

I make him nervous...

"I should probably get going, Steve." John drawled.

"Oh, uh, yeah. It is pretty late." I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck.

I was hoping he wouldn't leave so soon, we were just getting somewhere.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Steve. Thanks again." Jonathan said as he opened the door. He stepped out into the harsh, cold night before glancing back. 

I stepped into the doorway, just enough to be near him again. He was too far, and he was only three feet away.

Jonathan scuffed his foot against the concrete before stepping to me. He then closed the space between us. Standing on his tiptoes, he placed a kiss on my cheek before turning quickly and heading to his car.

I was left in shock as he pulled out of my driveway and onto the road. Within seconds he was gone, along with my heart and ability to breathe.