Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

Cheryl rose from her seat and waltzed over to the sink where she began to wash up some pots.

"Do you love him, Grace?" She glanced at me, this was the most serious I had ever seen her.

I opened my mouth, ready to tell her not to be silly and that of course I didn't love him, it was far too soon! But...something stopped me, stopped me from saying all that.

I caught myself staring into space, staring whilst I thought of all the reasons I could love him, he was the most sincerest, genuine gentleman this world had ever come across, he was affectionate and not to mention, he treats me like a queen, he's loving, handsome...he's Michael.

I looked at Cheryl slowly, my eyes wider than normal, lips ever so slightly apart, she was still glancing at me, a dripping plate in her hand.

I tried to swallow as my throat had dried, my heart had started to beat a lot faster than it should be, why am I hesitating?

If I didn't love him, I wouldn't have to think about it.

As if Cheryl had read my mind she began to speak softly, "Honeybun, it seems to me that you don't know how you feel, if you didn't love him, that would be quite apparent, but you're not saying you don't..."

I looked Cheryl in the eye and whispered, "I don't know..."