“It’s just me,” Raine mouthed, but Macy couldn’t answer him.
The people around them were dancing harder and faster, closing up the open space. Macy didn’t know what to do, so she headed for the back door she had noticed earlier. She knew Raine was following her, but she didn’t turn around to double check.
After escaping from the crowd, Macy slipped out the back door for some air. She leaned against the building’s wall, closing her eyes and breathing heavily to calm herself. Minutes later, Raine appeared next to her. The night air was cold and comforting and Macy slowly leaned her head against his shoulder. He put his arms around her, not saying anything.
“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered.
Raine patted her cheek to calm her and said, “It’s okay, it’s fine. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to scare you. I could have been anyone.”
“But you’re not. You’re you. I … I shouldn’t have reacted like that to you.”
“It was crowded. You didn’t know.”
But Macy snapped at him, “Stop making excuses for me.”
“I only am ‘cause you’re being too hard on yourself. It’s not that big of a deal.” He stated and her voice dropped to a whisper.
“I just feel bad is all. And I want this to be over. I want all these feelings to go away so everything can be fine again.”
“Things won’t always be fine though. And we just have to deal with whatever life throws at us. For you, it was him. You’ve handled all of this in such a strong way; you’re allowed to feel weak sometimes. Especially when I’m here. Cause I’ll always be here.” His hands squeezed her shoulders, making her feel safe.
“I just don’t wanna react that way to you. You don’t make me flinch away and I just sort of … panicked.”
“It’s packed in there. Don’t worry. We can leave if you want to.”
She nodded slowly. “We only stayed for like an hour. Sorry this didn't turn out as fun as you had planned."
"Oh please, the night isn't over. We have plenty of time for fun!" Raine reassured her.
"Can we walk back around the building to get to the car? I don’t wanna go back in there.” Macy admitted shyly, red creeping to her cheeks.
“Macy Summers. I don’t ever wanna see a blush like that on your face unless I’ve given you the most amazing gift ever.” Raine smiled, but he was serious.
“I can’t control when I blush, smart one.”
“Well try to. ‘Cause you have nothing to feel ashamed of and nothing to be sorry for. But we could go to IHop or Waffle House or something if you’re hungry.”
She chuckled, the blush fading slowly. “Okay. Sounds good.”