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Your fingers nervously played with the tips of your hair strands the moment you sat down in the car and Jason closed the door. You bit down on your bottom lip to hide your smile as you watched Jason rounding the car to get in beside you.
Jason and you met up all summer long, when he called you and you enjoyed it every time. It never had been extravagant, just little rendezvous in small diner’s outside of the city or late night drives.
You didn’t mind at all because you understood why you had all those secret meetings and you kind of liked it that way. All the conversations, kisses and touches were all yours and only yours. You never hesitated to cancel plans incase he called.
Jason’s hand was in yours, fingers intertwined. He had rolled down the windows, making your hair fluttered around your face while you watched him drive in silence. It was late in the night when he called and asked to see you again—you were up and out.
Not a single word was changed between Jason and you from the moment he picked you up to wine bottles and twisted bedsheets in his apartment.
You laid beside Jason, your head rested on his chest and his fingers traced random patterns on your bare arm. But there was this choking tension between the two of you, none wanted to speak about.
Summer was over now.
Jason had spent it with you. His body had been yours, but his heart never would be. When you laughed at his jokes, he imagined it was her laughing. When he played with your hair, he wanted it to be her hair. He wished it was her head resting on his chest.
You tilted your head back to look at Jason, just to realize he was already looking at you. Jason didn’t need to say a word for you to understand, the look in his eyes said it all.
This would be the last time you would see each other.
Your heart clenched, but why? You knew Jason wasn’t yours to lose, but you just had to live for the hope that maybe he would see you.
Jason took you home at dawn. He gave you no glance when you got out of the car, not even when your hand hesitated and hovered a moment over the door handle at first. On your way back home, you didn’t turn around to see him driving away.
Instead, you took your phone out of the pocket of your leather jacket and waited for his next call.