Slow No Wake
“I sensed he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss me or that maybe I’d go without him. At least now I had a better understanding of where his lack of confidence came from. It was the same place where my insecurities lie, in the remnants of our broken hearts.
I was glad when he suggested we get boxed lunches and sit outside by the pond. It was quickly becoming one of my favorite places.
Today, we had ham and cheese on rye bread with potato chips and a pickle. I ate my pickle first; I always did.
Daniel grinned. “Do you want my pickle?”
I stifled a chuckle. “Are you propositioning me?”
“You seem to really like pickles.”
“I do.”
He handed me his pickle. “Thanks,” I said.
Daniel’s expression became more serious. “I wanted to apologize for yesterday.”
“Let’s just forget it.” “I don’t want you to think I’m the jealous type, who’s going to freak out every time I see you talking with another guy.”
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