Chapter Sixteen

Ian’s POV

The following evening, I walked into my darkroom, which was one of the rooms Jay had allowed me to use. The previous night playing in my mind. Her kiss and my seeing her again. Something though was a bit confusing- it seems she didn’t recognize or remember me, but then at that time I had a bandage over my eyes, so that was possible. On one of its wire racks, hangs a developed picture from a negative I had taken, some months ago

I stare at the picture; my eyes glisten, and a wisp of a smile runs across his lips. In the photo, she is smiling and her long, wavy hair flows beautifully. A knock on the door interrupts my moment to me; as I turn towards the door and Jay is standing there, his short legs crossed.

"I'm sorry, Ian; I heard about your date. Halle and she told me about it." He crosses his hands. "I know you were against this, but I forced you into it. She said a crazy drunk kissed you."

"It's okay Jay, it wasn’t a mistake," I reply