We were slowly falling into one of those awkward moments where I realized that I didn’t want him to let go of my hand, and he didn’t seem to want me to leave his presence. Zeke and I were weird. The chemistry was weird, but it was there.
He felt like home to me, and no place had ever felt that way before; no man had ever made me feel that way just from a simple hug. None of it made sense because I barely knew him.
His lips pulled up, and my heart raced in anticipation for a full-blown smile that didn’t come. Disappointment washed over me, and then determination; I was going to get that damn smile out of him.
“Why does it feel like our minds and bodies are further than we are in this? Like we’re simply being caught up on what’s going to be?” “Chemistry between two people is the strangest science of all.”