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Ugly-Love
to speak to you. I don’t know what you’re thinking. Talk to me. Tell me
everything you’ve ever said. All the words. Starting from your very first one. I wonder what his silence is saying. Once we’re inside, he spots the sign for the bathrooms first, so he nods his head and steps in front of me. He leads. I let him. Because he’s a solid and I’m a liquid, and right now, I’m just his wake. When we reach the bathrooms, he walks into the men’s restroom without pause. He doesn’t turn and look at me. He doesn’t wait for me to walk into the women’s first. I push the door open, but I don’t need to use the restroom. I just wanted to breathe, but he’s not letting me. He’s invading. I don’t think he means to. He’s just invading my thoughts and my stomach and my lungs and my world. That’s his superpower. Invasion. The Invader and the Infiltrator. They pretty much have the same meaning, so I guess we make one screwed-up team. I wash my hands and waste enough time to make it seem like I actually needed Corbin to stop here. I open the door to the bathroom, and he’s invading again. He’s in my way, standing in front of the doorway that I’m trying to exit. He doesn’t move, even though he’s invading. I don’t really want him to, though, so I let him stay. “You want something to drink?” he asks. I shake my head. “I have water in the car.” “Hungry?” I tell him I’m not. He seems slightly disappointed that I don’t want anything. Maybe he doesn’t want to go back to the car yet. “I might want some candy, though,” I say. One of his rare and treasured smiles slowly appears. “I’ll buy you some candy, then.” He turns and walks toward the candy aisle. I stop next to him and look at my options. We stare at the candy for way too long. I don’t even really want any, but we both stare at it anyway and pretend we do. “This is weird,” I whisper. “What’s weird?” he asks. “Picking out candy or having to pretend we don’t both want to be in the backseat right now?” Wow. I feel like I really did infiltrate his thoughts somehow. Only they were words that he willingly spoke. Words that made me feel really good. “Both,” I say steadily. I turn to face him. “Do you smoke?” He gives me the look again. The look that tells me I’m weird. I don’t care. “Nope,” he replies casually. “Remember those candy cigarettes they sold when we were kids?” “Yeah,” he says. “Kind of morbid, if you think about it.” I nod. “Corbin and I used to get those all the time. There’s no way in hell I’d let my child buy those things.” “I doubt they make them anymore,” Miles says. We face the candy again. “Do you?” he asks. “Do I what?” “Smoke.” I shake my head. “Nope.” “Good,” he says. We stare at the candy a little bit longer. He turns to face me, and I glance up at him. “Do you even want any candy, Tate?” “Nope.” He laughs. “Then I guess we should get back to the car.” I agree with him, but neither of us moves. He reaches down to my hand and touches it so softly it’s as if he’s aware he’s made of lava and I’m not. He grips two of my fingers, not even coming close to holding my entire hand, and gives them a soft tug. “Wait,” I say to him, tugging back on his hand. He glances at me over his shoulder and then turns to face me completely. “What did you say to my father this morning? Before we left?” His fingers tighten around mine, and his expression doesn’t deviate from the poignant look he’s perfected. “I apologized to him.” He turns toward the door once again, and I follow him this time. He doesn’t release my hand until we’re close to the exit. When he finally does let my hand fall, I evaporate again. I follow him toward the car and hope I don’t really believe I’m capable of infiltration. I remind myself he’s made of armor. He’s impenetrable. Download 2.83 Mb. Do'stlaringiz bilan baham: |
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