He leaned over and picked up the book, checked the title and handed it back to her. She smiled and as it reached her eyes I noticed something in her expression. I was too far away to hear the conversation, but her mannerisms had gradually become more formal. She liked whatever he said, and before they parted ways he brushed a kiss on her cheek. I watched as the gesture warmed her, a crimson blush flourished across her stunned face. Then, as quick as he appeared, he was walking away. As she walked toward me, she tossed a casual glance over her shoulder to watch him walk away. I wanted to ask her who he was, but the conversation turned and I never found the words to bring it up again. I’m not jealous, just concerned. She is my friend.
He leaned in close. I felt so small as I stepped back into the closed door. His usual bright blue eyes grew darker; his expression had turned from his usual carefree to something boarding serious. My back pressed against the door, my hand instinctively moved to rest on his chest. His heart was racing -- was he was going to kiss me?
“Ryan… we agreed. Friends.” I could barely think in this moment, let alone think with him so close. The reasonable part of my brain said to push him away, but my arm refused to stretch. My eyes closed, I took a deep breath. My knees were weak and I was thankful that I hadn’t opened the door yet -- so glad it was there to hold me up. His lips rested aside my temple, I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
“It’s always been you, Mar.” His hushed words sent a chill down my spine. My heart was beating so loud in my ears it was hard to think straight. His fingertips brushed my jaw and turned my face up, my eyes opened to meet his.
Fight or flight kicked in, my wrist turned and the door opened. I stumbled back, his other arm reached out to steady me. The distance, what little there was, seemed to clear my head enough to make a decision.
“Good night, Ry…” I hoped he couldn’t hear the disappointment in my voice. I hoped my expression didn’t give anything away.
As he stepped back, I thought I saw a pained expression crossed his face, but I couldn’t be sure because he looked away quickly. In a matter of second our eyes met again, I was doing my best to be casual, and he was back to being my best friend.