by A. R. Perry
My hand settles over the left side of my chest, feeling the quickening of the beat. “I should get ready for bed.”
“Or we could make up for lost time?”
I snort, letting my head fall against the back of the couch. “You dumped me, remember.”
“A stupid lapse in judgment.”
“Still a fact. We aren’t together and I think that’s for the best.”
He moves to sit next to me, pulling my hand into his lap. “Nowhere in that sentence did you and me not being together come off as for the best. In fact, this past week has been shit.”
“Which is why it’s for the best. Do you know how many couple stay together after graduation? Somewhere around 2 percent. Why spend the next six months falling harder just to break it off when school ends?”
His fingers thread through my hair and I swear I almost purr. I hate that I missed this. I hate that I missed him.
“See. I may be bad with letters, but I’m a whiz with numbers. And 2 percent is definitely something I can work with.”
My laugh is smothered by Braden’s lips. His hand cups my cheek, holding me to him with a gentleness that contrasts with the way his fingers dig into my hair. When I grant him access to my mouth because my heart has taken over at this point, he kisses the stuffing out of me. His lips say everything he didn’t get the chance to with his words. They apologize. They promise to never doubt me again. Above all else, they leave the promise of something better. Something greater than high school puppy love.
Maybe he’s right. I think I can work with 2 percent as long as it’s Braden I’m with.
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About the Author
A.R. Perry is an American-born author who has lived all over the US due to her wanderlust husband. She has a degree in photography and massage therapy yet somehow works in human resources.
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When she's not working, reading, or writing she can be found sleeping because the day is practically done. Thank goodness for coffee, chocolate, and Panic! At The Disco or nothing would ever get done.