Leaning in for a Kiss

Hailey

I didn’t press him. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to ask, but if he changed his mind, so be it.

“I should get you home,” he murmured.

I was disappointed by the abrupt end to what had been a very nice night. I blamed myself. I had touched him intimately. I wasn’t sure what our date was about, but maybe he wasn’t into me. Maybe this had been a business dinner, and I had read it wrong. I suddenly felt like a complete moron. He stood and reached a hand out to help me off the bench. I tossed the remaining bit of my cone in the trash and shrugged off his jacket, handing it back to him.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” he asked.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

We walked back to the car, weaving around the people on the crowded boardwalk. We never once touched. I had expected him to try and hold my hand or maybe wrap his arm around me, but nothing. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over us. I had thought I felt something happening between us, but I was beginning to think it was o