Utterly Ridiculous [7]

(Malory)

Kyle sits beside me on the couch… in complete silence.

I’m still trying to process everything he’s just told me.

I puff out a breath and awkwardly fidget with my hands.

“We… kissed,” I say. “No, we didn’t kiss. We… more than kissed.”

He nods. “Funny,” he scratches the back of his neck, “The things people do when they’re drunk, right?” He laughs awkwardly.

I mimic the laugh, “Yea,” I fidget with my hands and bite my lip.

I’d forgotten how much of a good kisser Kyle I thought Kyle was in that moment.

Wait, no. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking. Stop thinking.

I turn to him. He turns to me.

“I mean, it was fun, though,” I said, awkwardly.

“It was our first interaction that didn’t end with us beating each other up, actually,” he says.

“No, our first interaction like that would have been you holding my hand when I came over to your house,” I correct him.

His mouth forms an O. “Right, right. I... I forgot about that.”