Chapter 17

Yesterday was very interesting. After we ate, Bennet drove me home to my house. We talked mostly about random topics, favorite brands, cars, and clothes. I couldn't really answer them. But Bennet listened to everything I said with such intensity, it was like he was afraid I would disappear at a moment's notice.

Which makes me also aware that nobody else has been listening enough to me. Rude.

After we arrived at my home, he walked me to the door. I thought he would just walk me then turn to leave, but then he grabbed my hands and pulled me into a hug. It wasn't rushed or hard or fierce. It was soft and tender. He held me firmly, but there was a way that he wrapped his arms around me that made it feel like he was afraid to break me. As if I was made of glass.

It'd sound like an insult, to be fragile, but it's not. It's nice to be thought of as delicate, because that means he pays attention.

He then left with a kind good-night and sad smile. I think it's called a bittersweet smile. Maybe