Rusty meets Abby
“So, uh, have you and Cory been friends long?”
“Yes, she and Dylan have been my best friends since we were kids. I’m one of Cory’s biggest fans.”
“She’s pretty awesome,” I say.
She gauges me, trying to see what I meant by that.
I lean in to whisper in her ear, “Between us, I think she and Samson are falling for each other.”
She turns her face and whispers in my ear. Her skin smells like some kind of cookie, and I want to taste her to find out the exact flavor. “I think CoCo likes him but won’t admit to it.”
𝘊𝘰𝘊𝘰? 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘺.
She turns away, and it’s my turn to whisper back. Leaning in, I brush the side of my face against the soft skin of hers. “Just wait until you see them together. It’s so obvious. But watch Tim. He’s the entertaining one. He thinks he stands a chance.”
Her eyes get big, and she laughs again, snuggling in closer to whisper back, “Oh, how interesting. Thanks for the tidbit. Who’s Tim?”
“Right behind ya,” I whisper conspiratorially. “The one who’s handsome in a John-Hughes-80s-movie-villain type of way.”
She giggles again and then looks over her shoulder, finding him in the back, nodding in agreement with me. “You pegged him well.”
I have never in my life felt such comfort in another person. Never felt such attraction in another person. I immediately see it, this moment stretching out into infinity. Me coming home from work and telling her a tiny piece of gossip just to see that look of pure enjoyment on her face. Me trying to make her happy for the rest of my days. Am I really this much of a romantic? Can I seriously have just met this woman and am already seeing my future flash before my eyes? Did I just meet my wife?
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