Ayla
“I missed you.” I blurted out. I instantly internally face-palmed myself. I’ve known you for two days, and now I miss you because that doesn’t scream crazy at all.
“I mean, wow, umm, I’m sorry, that was weird.” I tried to backtrack, but it only made it worse.
“So you didn’t miss me?”
“No, yes. I’m sorry. I must sound crazy. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain,” I told him.
“Uh, huh?” He smirked.
“What?” I chuckled.
“Nothing. Are you always this nervous?” He asked me and internally cursed myself.
“No. I just don’t want to come across as crazy,” I defended, and he chuckled.
“How about you let me worry about what is crazy and tell me how you are feeling?” He said. Looking at him, I was thankful when the doorbell rang.
I don’t think, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about yo
