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Chapter Eight
I woke up the next morning groggy and in serious need of a caffeinated beverage.
Jeez, how late was I out with Craig yesterday? I just remembered leaving his place at about ten to go get some snacks at The Dot...
And then it all came back.
I remembered the rain. I remembered the kiss. I remembered sprinting down the sidewalk all the way to my apartment. Kissing whenever we ran underneath the awnings poking out of the store fronts, laughing as the hot summer rain pelted us relentlessly while we ran by the light of the streetlamps.
By the time we reached my apartment, we were both exhausted, out of breath, and in the moment. That's when he kissed me goodnight on my doorstep and watched the door open and shut, me disappearing inside.
I remembered closing the door behind me, checking back once to see if he was still there. And he was. I remembered doing the totally cliché slide-butt-down-door-until-I'm-sitting-on-the-floor thing.
And I remembered the last word I said before I went to bed.
"Wow."
