“Oh” was all I could manage to get out at his confession, a slight blush staining his slightly tanned cheeks making him look anything but threatening. The thought that he cared enough about me to worry about my feelings warmed me to my core, but I couldn’t help but be anxious that it seemed too good to be true.
Almost as if he knew exactly what I was thinking he quickly spoke up, as if he saw the emotions and hesitation in my eyes as his tone was rushed. “Please, look I know this seems really rushed but don’t you feel it? The sparks? The pull? The comfort?” he asked nervously, my eyes blinking as I tried to make sense of all of this. It was going too quick, but whether I wanted to change it or not was beyond me. All I knew was that the simple fact that I knew I couldn’t leave him, it was
