Miracles's Pov
Time went by slowly. Weeks came and gone, months too.
Things were never the same again between Hardy and I after that night.
He retreated into his drawings and I refused to sit quietly in a corner waiting for another boy to notice me, so, when Ian Ajax asked me out, I said yes.
Slowly, we found a new rhythm…where I pretended not to know some basic things like firearms or explosive deactivation and Hardy pretended to believe me so we could spend hours and hours with each other without it being awkward.
Many nights I spent staring at him sitting by a corner with his notepad and pencil case, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his chest and have him hold me. It was even worse when he would catch me looking at him and he would hold my gaze…and we would get lost in each other's eyes.
And most times, I look away and spare each other the pain.
Today wasn't different but at least, we had firearms training.
