"Sky," he says slowly, in such a low voice I have to lean in so that I can hear him properly, "I really like you."
I don't know what I expected, but it certainly wasn't that. I make the mistake of keeping silent, not trusting myself to speak and ruin the moment. He blushes then, his cheeks turning as red as tomatoes, and begins to stutter.
"I...er...I have to go," he says, his embarrassment clear as day as he gets out of his chair and practically rushes down the corridor. I watch him go, debating whether or not to follow.
Rose gives me a little shove and says, "Go on. Go after him." And my mind is made up.
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Unspoken Desires
RomansaThis is a story I'm writing with @yourworshipfulnesss, we are taking it in turns to write :)
