Ruby's point of view
A few nights after camping, Chris comes to sleep over again and we do the usual 'sit down together once Jonas is asleep and watch Dance Moms'. It's so unlike all the other times. This time he grins at me, sits down and puts his arm around me, kissing me. I don't know why I thought things like that would feel awkward and stiff at first but they don't. It just feels like we're mean to be doing that. We're not doing it because we feel like we should, we're doing it because that's what we want to do.
We have tried at every opportunity to even just get a moment alone together but it hasn't worked out. Every time Jonas leaves the room for a second, we'll both rush to each other, kiss, say hello and then go back to sitting down where we were before Jonas comes back into the room. That barely happens though and it's obviously not the amount of time that we'd like to be spending together.
But tonight he's sleeping over and we'll have more than two seconds to spend with each other.
"Finally, some time to ourselves." he murmurs, kissing me again. "Your brother never leaves, does he?"
I laugh quietly, resting my forehead on his. "No. Maybe you should stay the night more."
"I do have a family of my own, you know." he grins. "Otherwise I'd be here every night."
I smile and then glance down at my hands that are resting on his chest. I can feel the warmth coming through his t-shirt.
"Do you ever feel guilty?" I ask. "Like, he just doesn't know. He's completely oblivious."
"I feel guilty all the time." he says. "But it's worth it."
"I know it is." I nod, looking at him again. "I just feel so bad."
"We can always tell him if you're stressing about it." he suggests.
I shake my head. "No. Not yet anyway."
"Well then for now, we keep it between us. Just us, we don't tell anybody. Not even Carrie, not even your mom."
I nod, smiling a little. "Okay."
"Don't you kind of like it being between just us?" he asks, a smile growing on his face as he puts both arms around my waist. "Don't you think it's kind of nice? This way, we know we're completely doing it for ourselves if that makes sense."
"I get what you mean." I smile at him. "I really like that."
He smiles and kisses me. I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing him. It's one of those things you could just do forever. He eventually pulls away and I go to kiss him again. He laughs, kissing me again quickly before saying:
"Dance Moms is about to start."
We both burst out laughing and sit there until the early hours of the morning.