So here it goes.
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It felt normal again.
We had all gone out to dinner to celebrate Schmidt's new account. On him of course. We were laughing, drinking, and it all just felt comfortable again.
It felt like home.
Schmidt and Nick were telling everyone a story about some prank they pulled in college, and I was having fun. It's the first time I've really enjoyed myself since I broke up with Ryan. Everything felt right again. Well, everything but one thing. Nick
Nick.
Nick, Nick, Nicholas Miller.
His stupid brown eyes, and stupid face scruff, and OH SO STUPID laugh. UGH. I just- I hate it. He is so- perfect. He never ceases to make me go just a little bit crazy.
He turns to look at me, and I realize I've been staring at him for the last 2 minutes. Then he does it. He Kills me. He just Makes me drop dead. He gives me heart palpitations. He- he- he smiles.
And it sends chills down my spine.
I'm done for. He knows. He totally knows I'm thinking about him. Thinking about us. I'm a goner.
He continues to listen to Winston talk, when I feel his hand brush up against mine. At first I think it was an accident, until I look down and see his hand lingering. His fingers cup around my hand and make their way in between my own digits. And I blush. He gives my hand a firm squeeze while still keeping his eyes ahead.
I feel 15 again.