Colton walks past me on the way to the door, catching my hand in his as he does so, making me jump as I was too busy looking at her and leads me out amid the happy joyous coo of Meadow
“Don’t stay up too late… go to bed. Hers or yours, either is optional and fine by me,
Chicas.” She laughs in that raunchy cheeky way she has when she’s being brazenly sexual, echoing behind us as we leave the room, and I blush crazily, trying not to look his way as I catch his eyes flick to me. Nervousness envelopes me once again and instantly I’m back to being awkward and shy.
Soon as we hit the corridor, he shuts the door and gives me a proper smile, swinging my hand in his like we’re children and tugs me closer so we rub arms as we walk. Working our way out before hitting the main passage.
The closer I am to him, the more aware of how truly drained he is. It’s seeping from every pore and despite the smile and the playful behavior, I can feel his stress levels are elevated crazily and his body is emitting a low depressive mood.
“You look really, good.” He says it with a half-smile, one dimple on show and I shrug childishly, still not ‘owning it’ as Meadow would say.
“I’m not sure about the look, it feels kind of weird to be wearing such tight clothes.” I squirm as I try to unwedge the jeans from my butt gracefully, and he throws me a cheeky look as he watches me attempt it.
“Want some help?” it’s a grin, a smooth move kind of flippant comment made by the males who walk around like cockerels in a hen house, and not an actual serious question. It’s obvious he expects my usual rebuff, but instead I throw a smile back his way, swallow down the utter nerves and butterflies he’s hitting me with and nod, in the way Meadow showed me. She gave me a crash course in simple flirting, while doing my hair earlier, and I throw on the sexy smile and flutter my lashes, butting in against him coyly.
“If you like.” I bite on my lower lip, not sure if I’m doing it right, but his reaction, I guess, says I am.
Colton trips over an imaginary piece of carpet, and coughs, to cover his clumsy response, immediately less confident, perplexed, and failing at Mr smooth, all in one fell swoop. Cocky but not actually willing to follow through.
“Not the response I was expecting.” He frowns, swallows a little obviously, and fixes his eyes ahead of us while he regains his previous composure.
It’s not like I couldn’t tell, and I throw a one shouldered coquettish shrug, absolutely dying inside with how weird and fake this feels. I’ve never flirted or played games with boys. I never had any interest in doing it before Colton.
Colton turns away, seemingly putting a little distance between us and the opposite of what I was going for as he points us up a flight of stairs.
“This way, you should memorize the route so you can find it again.” His tone is distant, his mood not exactly what I expected, and I sigh at the deflated mood that hits me heavily.
We’re away from the main hall and the grand sweeping staircase, and in some back corridor with narrow steps to the next floor. Every wall painted beige, dark wood floors, and potted plants dotted around prettily. They have even started replacing windows up here, and one newly glazed one is letting light shine through. Colton begins leading the way, his hand no longer in mine as he slides in front of me to climb the stairs, and I suddenly feel awkward and shy that my attempt at flirting backfired badly.
I don’t get it. He’s meant to be completely hot for me and yet acts like a coy virgin who doesn’t do well with girls at my first attempt of encouragement. I know for a fact he’s not a virgin, and not inexperienced with girls, I have all his memories. He seems all too hyper focused on where we’re going and no longer on my presence. His mood still weird and now he’s making me feel the same way. Sort of sad, depressed, and a bit tetchy and unsociable.
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