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neither did she. This, Lindsay skipping tracks and saying she didn’t care for Rushing On’s recent hits, was as close as she ever came to expressing an opinion on music.
Kenny’s rant about Lindsay not being part of that side of his life came to mind. Dev didn’t like the conflicting feelings the night’s discoveries grew in him. He felt sick, uneasy, and restless to address the problem, but terrified to discuss it with Lindsay at the same time. Worse, that there was something he couldn’t talk to her about made him worry about the very foundation of their relationship.
“Dev, you’re thinking again,” Lindsay chastised him with a sly smile. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t overthink things. You’re breaking out in a sweat.”
Embarrassed, Dev realized she was right and tried to smile and shrug it off.
Lindsay turned off the music. “It’s about time to take me home anyway, then I’ll tell you something that should really blow your mind.”
He looked at her sharply.
“Don’t worry, I’m still not interfering in that five-year-going-to-be-in-graduate-school plan. I might settle some of that internal conflict you’ve got going that you clearly don’t want to talk about yet. Although, to be honest, it’ll probably make it a little worse until about . . . we’ll say one to two a.m. Then you can message me, text me, call me – whatever you like, and we’ll talk.”
“Is your plan this intricate and detailed because you’ve spent a long time putting it all together? Or because you know me so well you think you can predict exactly how I’m going to melt down and how long it’ll take to pull myself together again? Or are all women like this and no one thought to mention it to me?” Dev asked, starting the car again and not daring to look at Lindsay. If she laughed, he didn’t know what he’d do. She didn’t though, instead she reached over and pulled his hand from the steering wheel and held it in both of hers. She was silent, waiting, and Dev finally clenched his teeth and looked at her so she’d answer him.
“All of the above. Now, don’t worry about it.” Lindsay winked playfully and released his hand.
Dev put the car in gear and drove her home. The drive was silent, but not as uncomfortable as the previous ones were. Dev let his mind wander again, pulling up to Lindsay’s house a while later almost surprised at their arrival. He’d been driving on automatic, not paying attention to anything beyond his thoughts, and amazingly, Lindsay let him dwell the entire drive. The revelation didn’t make him happy, it was dangerous on so many levels: first, he was driving while not truly paying attention; and second, ignoring Lindsay could come back to bite him.
Helping Lindsay out of the car, Dev escorted her up the walk, lost in thought, until Lindsay stopped and turned to look at him. As Dev was still below the low steps up to her front porch, Lindsay’s position on the bottom step put her at eye level, something Dev wasn’t used to.
Looking into Lindsay’s eyes, his morose concerns over what Kenny and Jess were going to say about Lindsay’s new look fled his mind. His best friends could go to hell, he didn’t care what they thought.
Waiting for the guilt trip or snappy chastisement over his silence that was sure to come, Dev was surprised when Lindsay put her hands on his shoulders. He watched carefully for her next move so he almost didn’t flinch when Lindsay slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
The single experience Dev had with Lindsay’s kisses was a brief, light kiss brushing the corner of his mouth. As innocent as the kiss was, it still left an impression on him. Dev initially expected the same, but Lindsay’s lips softly caressed his and parted slightly. Dev’s heart rate jumped. Between the two of them, she had the experience and he acknowledged her as the teacher in this scenario. When instinct failed, Dev decided to simply do what Lindsay did. He
Kenny’s rant about Lindsay not being part of that side of his life came to mind. Dev didn’t like the conflicting feelings the night’s discoveries grew in him. He felt sick, uneasy, and restless to address the problem, but terrified to discuss it with Lindsay at the same time. Worse, that there was something he couldn’t talk to her about made him worry about the very foundation of their relationship.
“Dev, you’re thinking again,” Lindsay chastised him with a sly smile. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t overthink things. You’re breaking out in a sweat.”
Embarrassed, Dev realized she was right and tried to smile and shrug it off.
Lindsay turned off the music. “It’s about time to take me home anyway, then I’ll tell you something that should really blow your mind.”
He looked at her sharply.
“Don’t worry, I’m still not interfering in that five-year-going-to-be-in-graduate-school plan. I might settle some of that internal conflict you’ve got going that you clearly don’t want to talk about yet. Although, to be honest, it’ll probably make it a little worse until about . . . we’ll say one to two a.m. Then you can message me, text me, call me – whatever you like, and we’ll talk.”
“Is your plan this intricate and detailed because you’ve spent a long time putting it all together? Or because you know me so well you think you can predict exactly how I’m going to melt down and how long it’ll take to pull myself together again? Or are all women like this and no one thought to mention it to me?” Dev asked, starting the car again and not daring to look at Lindsay. If she laughed, he didn’t know what he’d do. She didn’t though, instead she reached over and pulled his hand from the steering wheel and held it in both of hers. She was silent, waiting, and Dev finally clenched his teeth and looked at her so she’d answer him.
“All of the above. Now, don’t worry about it.” Lindsay winked playfully and released his hand.
Dev put the car in gear and drove her home. The drive was silent, but not as uncomfortable as the previous ones were. Dev let his mind wander again, pulling up to Lindsay’s house a while later almost surprised at their arrival. He’d been driving on automatic, not paying attention to anything beyond his thoughts, and amazingly, Lindsay let him dwell the entire drive. The revelation didn’t make him happy, it was dangerous on so many levels: first, he was driving while not truly paying attention; and second, ignoring Lindsay could come back to bite him.
Helping Lindsay out of the car, Dev escorted her up the walk, lost in thought, until Lindsay stopped and turned to look at him. As Dev was still below the low steps up to her front porch, Lindsay’s position on the bottom step put her at eye level, something Dev wasn’t used to.
Looking into Lindsay’s eyes, his morose concerns over what Kenny and Jess were going to say about Lindsay’s new look fled his mind. His best friends could go to hell, he didn’t care what they thought.
Waiting for the guilt trip or snappy chastisement over his silence that was sure to come, Dev was surprised when Lindsay put her hands on his shoulders. He watched carefully for her next move so he almost didn’t flinch when Lindsay slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
The single experience Dev had with Lindsay’s kisses was a brief, light kiss brushing the corner of his mouth. As innocent as the kiss was, it still left an impression on him. Dev initially expected the same, but Lindsay’s lips softly caressed his and parted slightly. Dev’s heart rate jumped. Between the two of them, she had the experience and he acknowledged her as the teacher in this scenario. When instinct failed, Dev decided to simply do what Lindsay did. He
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