Matchmaker - Chapter 31 #2
“There’s like a 50-50 chance.” As if those odds were somehow in my favor, I lightly ran my thumb along the inside of her ankle, tracing slow circles. She felt it too, right? That it was easier to breathe when we were touching?
She didn’t pull away. “You know, when I was little, I kind of just thought the perfect guy would come find me. Like in all the Disney movies. But the only guy that showed up was Cupcake.”
“That would be a terrible Disney movie.”
“The worst,” she said with a laugh. But her face didn’t look very happy anymore. It looked like she wanted to cry. “And I…I stopped trying.”
“What do you mean you stopped?”
“You asked me what my last serious relationship was. That was it.”
I just stared at her. “With Cupcake?”
She closed her eyes. “He broke me, Matt.” Her voice trembled.
I didn’t want her to be sad. Wasn’t I sad enough for the both of us? “Only if you let him.”
She laughed, even though it was forced. “Right. Sorry.” She wiped at her eyes even though I hadn’t seen a tear actually fall. “We need to pick a movie. And eat French fries and ice cream.” She grabbed the remote.
“I don’t want to do any of those things,” I said.
“But it’s forbidden chocolate.”
“I don’t like forbidden chocolate.”
She looked at me instead of turning on the TV. “Right, you don’t.” She scrunched her mouth to the side like she was trying to remember what I’d liked in high school.
But I wasn’t talking about ice cream right now.
“What flavor do you prefer?”
My gaze dropped to her lips. “You.” The word just tumbled out of me.
I couldn’t lie to her about why I was here.
It wasn’t for food or a movie. It was to be with her.
She was the only person who understood what I’d been through.
And she’d just admitted it. She was as broken as me.
And in some weird, twisted way, it felt like she’d been waiting all this time for me.
Cupcake had been her last serious relationship.
She’d never been mine back then. But we were tied together.
We were both stuck. Why not be stuck together?
“I’m not an ice cream flavor,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
I moved slowly, worried she’d shove me away.
But somehow moving slowly toward her, over top of her, just made the heat even more palpable.
It was like my whole body was on fire. And not in an Ash accident kind of way.
I was hovering over her, my lips a fraction of an inch away from hers, when she broke the silence.
“You’ll regret kissing me in the morning.”
“Who said I was going to kiss you?”
She laughed. “Matt…”
I grabbed the side of her face. “Fine. Yeah, I’m going to kiss you.”
There were tears in her eyes now. “You can’t, Matt. We need to pick a movie and eat ice cream before it melts.” But she didn’t push me away.
I dropped my forehead to hers. “I just need to know if you feel this too.”
The sound of her light breathing was speeding up. “Matt, you’re drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk.” I pulled back ever so slightly and traced my thumb along one of her tears. “Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m not her.” Kennedy’s voice cracked. “I’ll never be her.”
“You’re real. You’re here. I can touch you.” I let my hand wander down the side of her neck. “I can taste you.” I felt tears forming in my eyes too. “I’m so sick of chasing a ghost, Kennedy. I don’t want to be stuck anymore. I want you.”
“But you still love her.”
I nodded. I knew what she was getting at. And maybe she was right. But what if she was wrong? “I don’t know if I can ever love someone else.” Why the hell did I say that?!
“Matt.” Her tears fell freely from her eyes now, cascading down her chin.
It felt like I was crying too. But I didn’t think I was. It was like I could feel her tears. Like they were somehow mine. “I’m not okay, Kennedy. I’m really fucking not okay.”
She didn’t say anything.
“But I feel less shitty when I’m with you.”
“I know.” She reached up and ran her fingers gently through my hair. “I feel a lot less shitty when you’re here too. But there’s a 50-50 chance you won’t remember any of this in the morning.”
There was no fucking way I wouldn’t remember kissing this girl.
“And I don’t gamble with my heart anymore,” she added. “I can’t.”
Is that what I was asking her to do? Fuck. It was. I was asking her to take a chance when I just told her I wasn’t sure if I could ever love someone else. And just like that, it wasn’t as easy to breathe again.
“Can we maybe just…” her voice trailed off. “Can we just watch the movie? And if you remember any of this in the morning, maybe we can talk about this more then?”
I wiped away the remaining tears from her cheeks, hating that I’d caused them. “Okay.” Instead of sitting back up though, I lay down behind her, pulling her against my chest. Because if I couldn’t kiss her, I could at least hold her. I needed this. I needed to be next to her.
A very contented sigh escaped her lips.
“Just for the record, I’m not that drunk,” I said from behind her.
She laughed, not caring when my arms tightened around her. “You are. I don’t even think you’d be here right now if you weren’t.”
That wasn’t true. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. And I had to prove that to her. “I’m going to remember to bring this up in the morning.”
“We’ll see about that.” She turned on a movie. I wasn’t sure which one, because I was staring down at the top of her head. And I was hit again with how much she smelled like…home.
She’d said Cupcake had broken her. I didn’t think that was true. But if it was, I was going to be the one to piece her back together. I kissed the top of her head.
“Matt, watch the movie,” she whispered.
I kissed the top of her head again. “Okay.”
“Okay then.”
I continued to stare at the back of her perfect head. I’d been focused on my own problems for long enough. Fixing hers sounded like a better use of time. Besides, maybe it would fix both of us. I really wanted it to fix both of us. I closed my eyes.
Despite what she thought, I would never gamble with her heart. Because I knew how easy hearts were to break.