Get your head on straight!a voice shouted in my head. I let go of his hand and grabbed my keys from my purse. I opened my door and smiled over my shoulder.
“Drive safe.” I smiled, and he nodded.
“Alright, then.” He jerked his chin and walked down to the drive and toward his car.
I stood there, at my bright red door. He waved one more time, and when I smiled at him, his face was serious. He slipped into his car and started it. Something inside of me was still hoping he’d get out and rush over to me like a scene in a romcom. But life wasn’t like that. There was no grand moment where the guy went after a girl he’d just met.
Instead, he backed up, down my driveway. I wasn’t going to stand there and watch him leave. I forced myself to move, walk inside, and shut the front door before he drove off.
I turned on the lights and took my shoes off by the door, moving barefoot through my quiet home.
I’d met him.
The guy who had caught my attention with his grouchy, almost bitter-sounding letters. The faceless man I had been daydreaming about for the last couple of months. I’d been silly. Completely. I walked into my kitchen, picked up a green apple, and took a bite.
“Way over my head,” I mumbled as I went to my living room, grabbing the TV remote. He wasn’t going to call. He was way too handsome and lived in a whole other world. One filled with missions and laced with danger.
He might have held me close and held my hand, but he hadn’t done more than that. At my age, I knew better. I might love to try to find the good in every situation, and I did wholeheartedly believe there was good in almost everything, but I had learned a long time ago that when a person showed you who they were, to believe them.
Actions spoke louder than words.
I wasn’t sure what Lincoln was saying yet, but I knew better than to hold my breath.