Chapter 4
Jon had received the message loud and clear. Don't touch me, it said. When she had started to cry he was overwhelmed with the need to touch her, to make it okay. Because it was somehow his fault that she cried. So he had cupped her cheek and it had send an electrical jolt through his body. Stroking his thump over her cheek, feeling the tears he had put there it was almost too much to take.
He wished she would lean into him, close her eyes and he could put his lips to hers. He almost wanted to act on this need but then she moved her face away and all he could do was drop his hand before he looked like a complete idiot.
She was proud of him she said. He could see it in her eyes. She was proud her best friend could live his dream. Friend. Bullshit, he wanted her, but she didn't want him that way, which was a first for him, but Sam was special that way. So before he did something stupid he thanked her again and changed the topic by bringing her back into the house.
Idiot, Jon chided himself silently.
