Isla and the Happily Ever After

“Oh-oh,” I say sadly.“Mon petit chou.”
Josh’s head shoots up in surprise. It’s the first time I’ve called him by a term of endearment. My little cabbage. It’s like calling someone “sweet pea.” His expression melts, but he looks down and away. “You still make me nervous, you know.”

I can’t imagine Josh falling for someone vanilla.
Not that Josh would ever fall for me.
But I wouldn’t want to ruin any chance.
Even though I don’t have a chance.
But just in case I do.
Even though I don’t.

He locks himself away in his room in order to reconnect with the world.

boyfriend doesn’t realize that he’s killing me, too

I nod. It wasn’t a coincidence.

“Uh, no.” He’s squirming. “That’s not it. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.”

“Nice deflection, by the way.”

I’m not thinking. I’m hoping

I want to bury my nose against his long, gorgeous neck.

wonderful sharing a space with him.

While I do my homework, he draws.