I wanted so desperately for it to be like in the movies, where people could trust your heart. Where you were holding the gun and you had to choose between shooting the evil clone and shooting your friend, and you just knew.
Yeah, it’s not that easy in this world, huh.
He gestured around us with one hand. “This doesn’t work. This is going to lose us the fight, and all the danger we’ve been through in our fight against the Nine will be for nothing if they win here.”
Echoing some of Taylor’s own sentiments here.
I shook my head. “I don’t disagree, but that line of thinking isn’t going to make me drop the gun.”
“Then can I try acting from my heart?” he asked.
I swear, if this leads to a kiss, I’m…
…actually gonna enjoy that a lot.
Before I could respond, he started approaching me. I backed away a step, kept the gun leveled, but I couldn’t bring myself to shoot as he advanced.
He stepped in close, ignoring the gun, and wrapped his arms around me. My forehead pressed against his shoulder. It wasn’t the most comfortable hug I’d had, not that I’d had many.
Okay, close enough.
It felt awkward, stiff, clumsy. But somehow that made it feel more right, like a real hug would have felt off somehow.
A real hug wouldn’t seem right because for most intents and purposes, you don’t know each other.
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