[chapter seventeen]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Jimmie's POV~
She's just so cute.
I mean, really.
I like being with her. Especially after what that bastard did to her.
She's like a totally different person.
"Can I ask you something?" She asks me, her eyes dancing in the light of the candle on our table.
"Sure." I reply easily, taking a sip of water and watching her intently.
"What is this?"
"Well, it's a restaurant. You eat here." I say without a hint of sarcasm, a smile threatening to break out on my face.
"Idiot." She murmurs and I laugh.
"What did you mean, what is this?" I ask earnestly, trying to be serious.
It's just so fun to get her riled up.
I bet she hasn't let herself be riled up or angry or outspoken in so long…
"What is this? Us this?" She repeats and I look at her seriously.
"Us this?"
"Yes. This. Us. What is this?" She asks, her voice questioning, almost shy.
"This is us on a date." I reply, trying not to smile at the thought.
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"You're sure?"
"Yes." I nod.
"Okay. All you had to do was tell a girl."
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She didn't know it was a date.
I feel like a tool.
Maybe she doesn't want to date.
Maybe she just doesn't want to date me.
Hrm.
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"Thanks for dinner." She says softly as I unlock her front door for her and handing her back her key. "I had a good time."
"Me too." I answer honestly, looking down at her angelic face.
"Can you do something for me?" She asks shyly.
"Sure."
"Can you…would you…um…" She looks up at her, emotions running the gamut on her face.
"You're sure?"
"Mm-hm."
Trying to hide a smile and a jig of joy, I lower my head to hers, my lips touching her softly, tentatively.
And with my arms wrapped around
her, my lips on hers, that's where I stay for the next 37 minutes.