Chapter 115. Confused

The need to have him say something overpowers my need to be mad at him, and I reach out and place my hand on his bicep gently.

“Are you okay?” I sound like that feeble girl from so long ago that imprinted on him and not the person I’ve grown into these past weeks. When faced with this guy, it seems I become a submissive, lovesick fool, and I silently hate myself for it. Colton seems different now, though, as I sit and evaluate his profile in the backlights shining at us from the black four by four in front.

He looks like Colton, still a cute boy with prominent dimples whenever he moves his face, which could melt any grown-ass woman’s panties. He is still a handsome, dreamy, pretty boy face, with that air of cheeky confidence, yet he seems older. More mature, maybe slight aging that has him seemingly less carefree, high school jock, and somehow more severe and capable in a way he wasn’t before. There’s been a shift, and some of his youthful light has gone out. There’s a s