Chapter 8 - Maybe there's a chance

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Tyrell's pov

I lean closer to Elliot. I would kiss him, but I'm not sure. I don't want to confuse him any more than I already have.

Elliot seems nervous. I think he's shaking. He looks away and closes his eyes for a moment.

What is he thinking?

I start to draw back. This was a bad idea.

Elliot looks at me again. He's still shaking. He slowly grabs my arm and I stop. He comes closer to me.

What's going on?

He places his other hand gently behind my neck. He pulls me towards him. Our faces are just few inches apart. He looks deep in to my eyes. He's nervous. I can feel it.

"Ell-" I start saying but he presses his lips against mine.

I close my eyes until he backs off. He puts his hands back in his hoodie's front pockets. Elliot looks away and smiles softly.

Maybe I still have a chance.

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