"Why do you insist on me keeping you company?"
I frowned at Emmett. The fact that he has to question that, bothers me. He's not getting it.
With caution, I took his hand in mine and stared into his eyes. "Well, Emmett. It is not only for your company. Perhaps, I...like having you around," okay, I'm rambling. I should be upfront with him. That way, I don't confuse him. "And I think you're pretty cool," I smiled at him. "Also, I...like you," I confessed slowly. I watched his face morphed into pure shock.
"You...like...me?' He repeated, pointing at his chest.
"Yes, Emmett. I like you. I believe I have for some time now," I said softly, smiling. He stared at me, processing everything. His mouth opened and closed, no sounds coming out.
"You like me?" He said again, repeating to himself.
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