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I take a deep breath and try to change the subject to get her attention on something else by showing her a meme that I found on the internet that had me laughing.
My parents arrive at my apartment not too long later and are non-stop talking about how scared my sister was. While Maddie escapes to Dean’s room, my parents and Denise chat about what she’s been up to.
A few hours have passed, and Dean hasn’t come out of the bedroom once. I keep yawning to give the impression that I’m tired, and after the tenth one, everyone gets the point and stands to leave.
I get ready for bed and slowly enter my bedroom.
Dean is laying on top of the covers, a book open across his chest, his eyes are closed and he’s snoring lightly. Who knows how long he’s been sleeping, but he looks peaceful. I change out of my clothes and crawl into bed beside him.
Curious about what we would have done if we weren’t interrupted earlier. I look over to Dean, remove the book from his chest, and then lay down on my side of the bed facing him. Unsure if I should touch him or not.
* * *
I wake up with Dean spooning me this time, and I’m impressed with myself that I’m not freaking out.
I am attracted to him. I’ve always been, but we’ve been friends for so long. Can I handle not being friends with him, if this attraction doesn’t pan out?
What happened last night? Were we caught up in acting like we were together? What’s going to happen now?
Today is another day of holding hands and pretending we’re together. Can I do that without it crossing the friend's zone?
Today the plan is that we will take the ferry over to Bainbridge Island and do some sight-seeing. I’m excited because, since I moved to Washington, I’ve never taken the ferry over here so this will be a new adventure for me and something to tick off of my list of things to do.
My musings about the day are distracted by Dean’s thumb running circles along my hip. I adjust my head to show that I’m awake. He pulls me closer to him and nuzzles into my hair.
“I see you have a barrier now.” He mumbles with a laugh, acknowledging the sheet that is the smallest shield between us.
“Preparation is key.” I return softly.
“So, last night? I’m sorry that I abandoned you with Denise,” he apologizes.
“It’s okay. She and I needed some girl time. You would have just gotten in the way, you know, by not being female.”
“Did you guys talk about us?”
“Why would we?” I ask, unsure about how to approach the subject.
“Can we talk about it?” he asks, his chin resting on my shoulder.
“Sure.” I say meekly.
“Last night, I was serious. Something has changed between us, is changing between us. And I can honestly say that I didn’t see it coming, but I’m also not going to ignore it. That is, unless you want me to.”
I mull over his words in my head.
Is he feeling what I’m feeling?
“I don’t know what I want, honestly. But I agree, something has changed.” I admit.
“Is this too much?” he questions.
“Is what?” I lift my head, look over my shoulder and ask.
“Well, I woke up sporking you again.”
“Sporking me?” I try not to laugh.
“Well, I’m spooning, you but there’s a part of me that’s like a fork.”
