With a bit of a smirk, he let Lexie’s words sink in. Always friends first. He nodded his head and bit his lip. “I’m definitely okay with that,” he said softly. Some of the most successful relationships were based on strong friendships, and that, though one of the reasons that he had been afraid to ask Lexie out to begin with, was one of the things that he liked the most about her. She was a good friend, and easy to get along with.
“Well, I think that’s pretty crazy,” he chuckled a little when she mentioned that she thought he was wrong, and that things were the other way around. “But you know, it seems like this is one of those things that we’ll have to agree to disagree on.” Besides that, generally, you held the one you love in a higher regard than you held yourself, so it was a sign to Eisen that he was doing things right.
“When,” he corrected, though he wasn’t entirely sure. He felt horribly fatalistic about all of this, but maybe it was because it was a fresh and unexpected wound. “Right,” he finished, trying to make himself sound more hopeful than he felt.
To say that he was taken by surprise by Lexie kissing him would be an understatement. They’d had an agreement, of course, but Eisen couldn’t have cared less. When her lips touched his, the world pretty much faded away. He held onto her, held her close to him, and decided that no matter what it took, this would happen again; they would be together. They’d come so far and waited so long, both of them unaware that the other was going through the same internal struggle. It seemed so unfair that they had to wait longer, but it made sense. “Impulse control is overrated,” he said, pulling back from the contact and looking at her with a small smile.
He leaned in and stole one last kiss, meeting her eyes as he pulled away. “As far as I’m concerned, you can lose impulse control whenever you want.”