Page 17 of Dear Creed

A throat clears behind me, and I glance over my shoulder where I find Creed standing just inside the doorway with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants. He appears cautious as if there’s a chance in hell I’ll say no.

I can’t speak. I’m afraid if I do it won’t be comprehendible English anyway. So I do the only thing I can. I bite my lip and nod.

Creed’s expression relaxes and a boyish grin tilts his lips. “Really?” I nod again, and he chuckles. “That’s it? No words? No kiss?”

I can tell he’s teasing, and while I’d usually roll my eyes and pop off with a smartass comment, I can’t do anything but stare at him.

Creed is mine.

The love I have for him is endless.

He’s my best friend.

He’s my forever.

The End