He blinks twice, as if trying to ascertain if he heard me correctly.
Summoning my faltering courage, I stand up, my cheeks ablaze as I look at him expectantly to do the same. I can sense he’s a bit lost and disconcerted by my request, so out of the blue. But he slowly rises to his feet during which I can almost hear the wheels in his mind turning, working overtime and wondering if this is a test. He towers over me, observing me with a quizzical look on his face.
I feel like it’s now or never, so if he’s not going to seize the moment, then perhaps I should. So I try to convey with my eyes what I’m feeling, hoping he can see something in them that I can’t really put into words yet.
Whatever he saw in them, it made him sigh. “Maeve…”
“I want you to kiss me now… Show me it’s just as good
