It took three days for Claire to eventually tell Shane about our kiss. She didn't tell me exactly what went down but it was clear that things weren't peachy.
Straight after telling him she arrived at the loft, I was half asleep on the sofa when I the pounding fist at the door. As soon as I saw her face I knew that things were fucked. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mascara mixed in with the salty rivers, bottom lip out, hair all mess. Oh yes, things were definitely screwed up.
"I told him. I told him about what I did and now he hates me." She says whilst storming into the room. She keeps walking back and forth. Agitation clearly pouring out of her.
I seriously don't know what to say. I don't want to touch her just in case she shoves me away and I can't be dealing with rejection just now. So I say the only thing I can think of which is a typical guy thing to do: "Claire, I'm sorry."
She turns to me and sighs, "I love him. And I've just gone and messed it up. People in love don't do that do they?"
I stay silent, keeping my eyes on her as she slumps down onto the sofa. The cheerfully cheap pillows look ridiculous compared to her mood right now.
"We should never have kissed." she says quietly.
I can't help but feel a messy mixture of outrage and offense. I crouch down in front of her, jaw clenched with annoyance. "Claire, we didn't do anything wrong. We like each other so what the hell is wrong with us kissing?" my voice is aggressive and Claire looks slightly shocked. "Yeah fine it was wrong cus of you and Shane and blah blah blah…but I don't regret anything to do with us. For some reason I want you Claire and I don't really wanna let you wander back to him.".
My small speech is over and I'm breathing heavily. My legs have started to go numb from crouching at Claire level so I plop down on the sofa next to her small frame. She puts her head onto my shoulder, strawberry shampoo wrapping around me. I sneak my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. We sit silently together, wondering and thinking and wondering and thinking.
"I don't regret it either." She eventually mumbles. Tilting her chin up to look at me, I can't help but grin at what I'm hearing.
"Claire, if you don't regret it can we please have a smile from you? Even a little tiny one will do." I'm teasing her knowing that she'll cheer up eventually.
She gives me a timid smile and I know that everything's gonna be ok. She places her dainty hands on my chest and looks up at me and I can tell that we're both thinking the same thing; where do we go from here?
But for now we're gonna forget about that stupid question. And about Shane.
Okay, I'm not too pleased with this chapter. You can probably tell that inspiration left the building whilst I wrote this, but nonetheless I tried! Not sure if there'll be another chapter but either way thanks for reading! Cariad x