Post by Melanie Benson on Jan 13, 2016 17:14:15 GMT
She was pleased when he said that their argument was forgotten and she knew that, most likely, they’d have to talk about mother again – especially with her trip to Austin approaching. But when he told her that he loved her, she froze for a moment, looking up at him as though to verify that she had heard him correctly. A smile broke out over her face. While she had gotten past the point where she was disappointed that he hadn’t said it back – having not wanted to have him say it just for the sake of saying it back, she hadn’t really realized how much she did want to hear it.
She stepped closer to him, peering up at him almost coyly. “You do?” she asked before smiling broadly up at him. She nodded, leaning up to kiss him. “I love you, Tripp,” she nodded, having yet to say the words strung in that particular order yet. Her eagerness to get a drink or even dance forgotten, she pressed herself against him and nodded, leaning back only slightly. “I really hate fighting with you,” she told him with a slight pout.
She licked her lips and wondered if he would be at all opposed to leaving the party they’d only recently just arrived at. She wanted him to take her home so that they could make up properly, but at the same time she wasn’t even sure they’d last until the car pulled away from the curb outside of the restaurant. The end of the debacle with Colette and now hearing that he felt the same way – after a few days without having even touched him, she now only had one thing on her mind. “I don’t want a drink anymore,” she told him. “I think we should make up.”
She stepped closer to him, peering up at him almost coyly. “You do?” she asked before smiling broadly up at him. She nodded, leaning up to kiss him. “I love you, Tripp,” she nodded, having yet to say the words strung in that particular order yet. Her eagerness to get a drink or even dance forgotten, she pressed herself against him and nodded, leaning back only slightly. “I really hate fighting with you,” she told him with a slight pout.
She licked her lips and wondered if he would be at all opposed to leaving the party they’d only recently just arrived at. She wanted him to take her home so that they could make up properly, but at the same time she wasn’t even sure they’d last until the car pulled away from the curb outside of the restaurant. The end of the debacle with Colette and now hearing that he felt the same way – after a few days without having even touched him, she now only had one thing on her mind. “I don’t want a drink anymore,” she told him. “I think we should make up.”