The more time she spent with him, the more conflicted she felt.
It was hard to look into those puppydog eyes and not feel a little more than endeared. Perhaps that was the trouble to begin with; she'd never really had feelings for a guy aside from physical attraction, so it was easy to mix up those feelings for endearment. It wasn't until her lips were on his that she realized she wanted to kiss him at all. For once she wasn't acquainted with her feelings and she wasn't sure how to handle it.
She tried to let it fade at first. Friendship was easy with Brady in its own right; it wasn't as if they had nothing in common, anyway. The only real complication was that she wanted to kiss him half the time, and these weird feelings only got worse and worse over time. In the beginning she didn't see it as a big deal, but now she sometimes couldn't sleep because his face kept flashing in her mind. Even after all this time and only one kiss, the way his lips felt against hers was still imprinted in her mind. She'd never forget.
Most of her anger with herself had mostly subsided. Sure, she still felt like a complete idiot for losing her self control to begin with, but they were friends now; it wasn't as if they had to work past anything to be close again. It was already behind them. The part she was so upset about was that she'd always be hung up over Brady and she was finally embracing that. She'd never be able to get past those puppydog eyes.
Yet she hadn't told a soul. It'd been three months since that incident and she'd kept it to herself-- not exactly a surprise, really, considering that was how she dealt with serious situations. Her own mother's death silenced her for a solid year, and not just in the sense of denial-- she simply didn't speak. So her complete avoidance of discussing Brady with anyone was understandable, sure, and classic Ruth, but it was starting to get to her.
Neither was she sure how to breach the subject. In fact she was sure she wouldn't; she hadn't come to Pippa with that intent at all, but he was undoubtedly on her mind if only by default. If only because, lately, she couldn't think of much else.
How had this happened, anyway?
So with forced nonchalance she stepped into the bed and breakfast, searching for her cousin and best friend. Of course it didn't take long to locate her; as usual she was located in the kitchen. "Hey," she said with one of her typical waves, sticking her hands back in her pockets afterward. She made her way over to the bar stools and sat down, trying to think of some other subject matter besides Brady Moretti.
"So um," she started, eyebrows raised as she watched her. "How's it going? Long time no see."