Kevin wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed into his chest. He rubbed my back without saying a word. He still didn't know who Brian was but he didn't seem to care and right now neither did I. I took a deep breath and let a mixture of tears and mascara be absorbed by Kevin's t-shirt. Finally, after at least ten minutes of bawling, my eyes began to dry and I slightly pulled away from Kevin's tight grasp. I studied his face searching for hints of what he was feeling. His forehead was wrinkled and he had tired eyes—he was concerned for me. I closed my own eyes and let out a sigh, I wanted more then anything for him to worry about me but I couldn't show it, not yet. Kevin leaned in to me to the point where I could feel his breath on my neck. I was so sure he was going to kiss me and I was about to put my hand up to stop him when his face slid past mine and our cheeks brushed. When his mouth got to my ear he paused before softly, seductively, and slowly started to whisper to me.
"Come back to my house with me," he whispered, now stroking my cheek. "Let me take care of you." I hesitated. I wanted to give in to his romantic calls so badly but I wasn't going to give up now. There was still something I had to do. Kevin cocked his head and stared at me, waiting for a response. He looked like a lost dog begging for me to take him in, but as of now I had no allergy medicine and my heart was highly allergic. This time it was me who leaned in to whisper into his ear. But my whisper wasn't sexy or smooth; it was scared and shaky. "Not yet," He looked hurt. And why wouldn't her be? I just spent the last twenty minutes crying on his shoulder and he did deserve something for that but just... not yet. I looked down and I felt his lips on my forehead. It didn't help the situation. I was fallen and he was just pushing me further down. "I'm sorry..." I trailed off, looking back up into his caring eyes. "I have something I need to do," I finished after a moment. This time he slightly nodded, obviosly disappointed. I was exasperated. I didn't want him to be sad anymore, that would just take me back to square one. "But maybe after..." I started trying to cheer him up a little. "You could come over?" he cut me off hopefully. "we'll see," I gave in, watching the grin on his face grow. He got up, swept down and pecked my cheek before I got a chance to stop him, and then started to walk away.
"Call me when your done with your... thing," he called, quickly glancing back to smile at me. "We'll see," I called back and heard him laugh for the first time in almost a week.
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