I keep quiet, my lips parted as I’m left unsure how to respond to his confession. We’re in a car, full of warrior witches and he pulls the l-card? He stares at me in expectation, while I find myself at loss of words. I mean … Do I feel like I love him? Yes. Undeniably. But do I even know what love truly is?
Smiling at him, I let the moment pass by, knowing that I can’t give us both false hope. We’re in too deep. This is the only thing that’s going through my head now. His smile fades a little, but he still pulls me close and presses a kiss on my forehead. Good, he’s not mad. He understands. Or at least he’s trying to.
My heart is racing from the adrenaline his confession pumped into my blood, leaving my hands trembling. In the next moment, we drive through the Seminary’s gates, and I dra
