7. River
Chapter Seven
RIVER
The phone was heavy in my hand as the debate in my head volleyed back and forth.
Did I, or didn’t I?
I’d told Huntley I’d text later, and I wanted to, but I didn’t know how to deal with the funny feeling inside me when I’d thought about how he’d said he cared about me. It had really thrown me for a loop.
It would probably be for the best to walk away now and not keep up communication with him. I wasn’t a good bet as a friend.
And what if he wanted more?
That wasn’t something I’d ever considered or believed I’d be able to give.
Yet the butterflies in my stomach that he brought forth were confusing. They insinuated that maybe something inside me was trying to tell me that I was stuck in the past and to stop living there.
I looked down at my phone.
Need on an emotional level washed over me. It was like he saw something in me that I didn’t even see in myself, and it felt good.
That look in his eyes at the house when I flinched away from him that day…
There was so much understanding in his gaze later that afternoon and there was this crazy connection I felt between us—one I was having trouble denying.
What did it mean though?
I couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d come into my life for a reason.
It reminded me of the night I’d stood on that bridge about to give up on it all and the woman, my angel , had appeared just in the nick of time. I may not have been in the same place in my life as that night, desperate to end it all…
But the feeling that Huntley was as important as she was, and always would be, was not something I could just forget or ignore.
When I reached down deep, I found myself thinking, I don’t want too either.
Without hesitation, my fingers suddenly started tapping against the phone’s screen.
Me: I’m safe and sound. Thanks for caring.