Perfect Strangers

21| Besos

Chapter 21: Besos (Alex's POV)

I wanted him to kiss me. 

But he didn't. 

"Right. Um- I should head back," I said while pulling the blanket off. 

"You're leaving?" he asked while straightening up. 

"Yeah? The movie's over. So is the date. Isn't it?" I asked. 

Please say no. Please say no. 

"Yeah, I'll walk you," he nodded. 

Of course. 

I crawled and he followed suit. I grabbed my phone and keys and slipped my flip flops back on while he did the same before we headed downstairs. His phone dinged on our way out and he stopped. "My dad isn't coming home tonight," he said, seeming confused. 

My phone dinged in my pocket as well, so I took it out and looked down. It was a text from my dad saying he's stuck in a meeting and won't be coming home. "Mine too," I said. Something felt wrong so I dialed his number immediately. 

"Hello?" he asked. 

"Dad, what happened? Why aren't you coming home?" I asked. 

"Sweetheart, I'm here with Mr. Reed and our clients. We're working on a project together, it'll just take some time tonight. Don't worry." 

I let out a sigh of relief before saying okay and then hanging up. "Meeting together," I huffed. 

He nodded before we headed to his front door and then out as we started walking to my house. We walked in a very awkward silence. 

It has never been this awkward between us. 

"Have you done the Spanish homework?" I blurted out. 

"We had Spanish homework?" he asked. 

"Yeah, we had to finish the six worksheets," I said. 

"Well, I don't know Spanish. Not that much anyway," he shrugged. 

I nodded, nibbling on the inside of my cheek, hoping this walk would end. 

Why is it so awkward? 

I mean, I know I'm being awkward because I wanted him to kiss me, and I shouldn't want that. But why was he? "So, um- I'll see you..." I trailed off once I reached my front steps. 

"Tomorrow." 

"Tomorrow?" 

Tomorrow when? 

"Cafe?" He raised his eyebrows at me. 

"Right! Yeah, cafe. The cafe, yes," I nodded, "Okay, I'll see you then, bye," I said quickly. I probably sounded like a frickin' pipsqueak. I turned around to leave but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, making me stagger and crash into him. My eyes widened a tad bit on their own while he looked down at me and I stared up at him. 

"You know what besos means, right?" he asked. 

I frowned in confusion. "It means kisses. Why?" I asked. He bit his bottom lip before chuckling. I deadpanned, "If you're about to give me a Hershey's kiss, then I'm leaving," I turned around. 

"I'm not giving you a Hershey's kiss," he sighed, pulling me back. 

I raised my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to explain but he wasn't. "What?" I laughed. He looked like he was contemplating something. "Okay," I said slowly, "I'm just going to leave. And you can just... continue doing what you're doing," I chuckled while pulling away and heading to my door.