Bad Intentions

Twenty

Leah

"Nate?" I questioned in shocked. Nate Rylan was standing at my front door looking like a freaking Greek god. He was dressed in medium washed jeans and dark green t-shirt that allowed his dark blue eyes to stand out even more. Why did he have to make some so simple look that good? 

"Hey Leah." He said with a boyish smile on his lips and with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans.

I tilted my head in confusion. Why is he here? "Um, what are you doing here?" I asked curiously with my eyes trying to stay focus on his face. Don't wander. Don't be that hormonal teenager!

 He scratched the back of his head nervously. Why was he nervous? "I just came to check on you. I know last night was a little crazy and I saw you weren't in school. I just wanted to make sure you're okay." He answered his eyes never leaving my own.

The memories of last night flooded my mind. The dancing, his touch, his words. All those unwanted feelings filling my heart once more. But as fast has those memories came, they left being replaced by a certain dark haired guy. My lips tingled at the thought of the kiss. I had to resist the urge to touch my lips, the feel of our lips pressed together still lingered. 

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and focused on the the guy who was kind enough to come here. A small grin made its way to my lips. This was a sweet gesture. "You didn't have too." I reminded him.

"I know, but I wanted too." He said with the grin never leaving his lips.

We stood there grinning at each other for a good minute until my manners some how reappeared. "Sorry! Come in." I told him as I move to the side to let him pass through. He entered the house and I shut the door.

Nate made his way into the living room, his eyes scanning the room taking it in. Truthfully, my living room was still about the same as it was a few years ago. The only thing that changes is the rotation of holiday decorations. "Looks about the same."

I nodded and found myself studying my own living room. "Well you were only gone for two years. Things haven't changed that much." I told him nonchalantly. 

"If only you knew." I heard him mumble under his breath or what I thought I heard.

I brushed off the comment. " You can sit." I gestured to the couch. "Would you like something to drink?" I offered.

He nodded and took a seat on the couch. "Anything is fine."

Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed two cans of Coke from the fridge.  I handed him one of the cans when I entered the living room and sat down next to him on the couch. I made sure to keep some distance between us.  The air around us filling with awkwardness. This was the first time we were alone after two years of no contact.

"Leah." Nate spoke up breaking he silence.

I looked up to meet his dark blue eyes. "Yes?" I answered. Was he going to bring up what happened last night? I honestly don't know how to feel about what happened and I wasn't sure how I would respond if he brought it up. A part of my mind lingered back to the moment. 

But something else had occupied the rest of my mind. That freaking kiss. It kept replaying in my mind like a broken record.  I felt my cheeks warm up from continuous thought of it. Flashes of the memory entering my mind .