Brooklyn
It’s been 3 days and I still can’t believe I kissed him. He hasn’t spoken to me since and I’m glad. Am I? What of course I am. What’s wrong with me? I still haven’t told Nathan about it because what’s the use in causing him heartache if it meant nothing and will never happen again?
I’ve found this cute, little coffee shop about a mile from work and decided I would stop there on my way. When I open the door the strong, sweet smell of coffee fills me. I’ve loved coffee since I was old enough to drink it. There’s nothing better than a hot cup of coffee and a good book. I remember as a teenager I would sit in the breakfast nook at my childhood home, sip on a cup of coffee and dive into a book. That’s usually how I would spend my nights. My parents were and are very strict and they would never allow me to go to any parties or anything of the sort. I was fine with that, but now as I’ve gotten older I feel like I’ve lost out on a lot of experiences. I’m jolted out of my sweet memory by the barista yelling “Next” in my direction. People in this city are not the same as they were in my small town. I order my usual coffee and walk over to the condiment table to add some cream and sugar. I’m in the middle of poring my sugar into my cup when I hear a deep English accent behind me. It can’t be. Not now. Not today. I turn around to look and sure enough, it’s him. When I look down at my cup I realize I’ve emptied the whole sugar container into my coffee. I put the container down quickly and grab my coffee and head for the door, but before I can.
“Hi, Brooklyn, Brooke sorry.” Luca says.
I turn to face him, but know I should I just turn and walk out.
“Hhey” I stutter.
“I can’t stay away from you.” Luca says, accent thick.
“Huh?” I question.
“You work for my company and we seem to have the same taste in food and drinks.” He says confidently.
“Can we just start over?” He asks me.
“And be what friends? I spit.
“I don’t see why not.”
“I think it’s best if we keep our distance.”
He approaches me.
“Are you sure about that Brooke?” He says into my ear as he brushes my hair off my face.
He walks out.
Who does he think he is? He can’t just force himself on me and except me to react any other way than to tell him to stay away from me. Though as much as I want him to stay away from me, when he’s near me a feel something I’ve never felt before. Excited. Beautiful. Nathan should make me feel these things and he has, but not like this. When Luca kissed me, he ignited a fire inside of me that has never been lit. I’ve tried to get that feeling with Nathan, but I can’t seem too.
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