I felt his eyes on me in the mirror. I was in horror of what I had just said. I know I had only known him for a week but...I feel like I've known him forever. I'm a crazed fan after all but I think my "celebrity crush" was a little more than that. I don't understand. Why did he not pull away? Why did he not look at me like I was delusional? I am after all.
My breathing was getting faster as I thought about this more and more, his arms still around me. What did I do? Why is he not letting go? I mean, of course I don't mind...but why? I put him in an awkward place. I made him feel bad. Ugh I am so dumb. This is why I literally hate myself. How would I respond to this? Probably the same way if I didn't like the person back. Yikes.
"Mmm-" he hums, breathing into my neck. I glance up at the mirror, trying to figure out what he means. His eyes are closed, his head still resting on my shoulder. All I could do was stand here. All I could do was wait. Or say something. Maybe I should apologize? Yeah that sounds right.
"I'm sorry-" I breathe out, my voice trembling. "For?" he responds, eyes still closed. "Um...I-" I think about this for a moment. What am I sorry for? "Making things awkward and saying that, I mean you barely know me! You probably think I'm crazy and I mean I am...I'll just grab my stuff and go-"
I reach for my things, but his hand stops me. He pulls me back into a tight hug from behind, arms around my waist. "Why would I ever think that? You shouldn't be sorry" He opens his eyes while taking his head off my shoulder, pulling my torso closer to him. "But-" I try to get out a sentence, but I can't. My heart is beating a thousand miles a minute, my breathing getting faster. His touch is making me go crazy, I feel a lasting shock on my lower body from his arms.
"I like you too"
