"If it weren't for that, you could still be in my arms," he whispered into my ears as we embraced. How I wished time would stop that very second.
He held me back. I looked at his soccer jersey, it was wet. His sweat dried up, and it was wet again with my tears.
"Woo, your tears flowed like faulty water tap, did they?" He teased.
I looked up at his face, and saw his smile. It had been awhile since I saw that. In fact, it had been months. Three quarter of a year, to be exact. I did not realize how much I miss every part of him.
I missed the way he smiled from the way he smelled. Every part of him seemed so captivating right now.
"I'm sorry, Dex. I'm sorry to bother you. I thought..."
"Hush, not a word," He silenced me like a magic skill, and pulled me to his chest again. "If I could, I'll make you mine again."
My heart dropped. I wished it would happen, that I was his again, so I would not have to worry about Benji with Rachel...
Wait, what about Rachel? I suddenly remembered. The vivid image of her hooking his reluctant arms just a day ago, before my party.
Dexter seemed to hear my thoughts, "Rachel and I... We aren't together. Stay away from that bitch. She was the one..."
I pulled myself back and looked at him in my fiercest looking face. Well, I thought I did a good job, considering the amount of time I spent in front of the mirror practicing various expressions. "Don't ever call her that. Ever."
"Let me finish. She broke us apart. I didn't kiss her, I didn't sleep with any other girls. In fact, to be honest with you, I'm still a virgin, okay. Sorry."
Please, Lord, don't remind me what happened again...
"Shit," I started crying again. I was amazed at my river of tears. I realized that I would never forget that episode of drama in my life.
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