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“What do you mean ‘really’?” Seth says between sips of coffee.
“You went through all…” I wave my hand, not wanting to repeat everything. It’s probably hard enough saying it. Especially in this society when men shouldn’t show their feelings.
He shrugs and casts his gaze back to his coffee. “It doesn’t really matter. Running has always helped me through the shit.”
I nod, pressing my lips together into a thin smile. “I guess I should try it some time.”
His gaze pops up to me and he smirks while leaning back in his chair. “You? Try running?” He looks me up and down. “I thought you hated us jocks?”
I roll my eyes. “Well, you don’t make it easy to like you.”
Seth scoffs. “What do you mean? You had an attitude before I even met you.”
“I did not,” I say a bit too loudly. I slump down when I feel several students casting annoyed looks in my direction.
Seth leans in close, his nose nearly brushing mine. “Did too,” he says while his gaze dips down to my lips.
I lean in close. Our lips are only a breath away. My nose nuzzles gently against his. Briefly. “You were a complete asshole to me the first day,” I whisper. “You called me stupid.”
Seth chuckles softly. He doesn’t move away, which sends a thrill through me like none other.Is he enjoying this as much as I am?I wonder.Does he want to kiss me again?
“Because you couldn’t find the fucking door. Anyone with eyes can find the fucking door. Doesn’t mean all us athletes are jerks.”
“Well, athletes can’t have a normal conversation,” I say while I lean back and look around the cafe.We’re in a cafe,I remind myself. I notice Seth copies my movement, his body mirroring mine.
“I can have a normal conversation,” says Seth. His gaze lingers on my lips.
I scoff. “It’s always sports this and sports that,” I say while flicking my right and left hand as if balancing the words in the palms of my hand.
“I can talk about other things.”
“Like what?”
I watch him search his small little brain for anything. “Sex,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “Please.”
“And food.”
“Really?” I cross my arms. “You can talk about your culinary prowess? Or which wine brings out the best flavors of meat?”
Seth makes a face and shakes his head. “Who discusses that bullshit?”
I roll my eyes. “People who talk food, dummy.”
“Fine,” says Seth, leaning in close. I stop myself from copying his movement, knowing no good will come from playing around with Seth. None at all. “And what exactly do you and your art buddies discuss?”
“Art history, of course,” I say. “And we debate modern art aesthetics. In my English class we are discussing symbolism and the correlation between Heart of Darkness and Apocalypse Now.”
Seth nods appreciatively. “I like reading. Sometimes I read the little articles in Playboy.”
I smack my head and stifle a groan. “This is exactly what I’m talking about.”And exactly the reason why I need to forget that kiss.
Seth chuckles. “Well, we’re talking now,” he says. “Isn’t that something?”
I smile at him and push a lock of hair behind my ear. “I guess.”
“We can say I like debating proper discussion etiquette.” He shrugs. “That sounds fancy enough.”
