Despite the recently lowered temperatures I felt myself burn red under the sun’s relentless rays. I was eternally grateful that my tanned skin concealed how uncertain I was.
Once again I felt him entwine his fingers with mine, his hands were much larger and I laughed at how his engulfed mine, but I was still nervous. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, I simply didn’t trust myself.
Why, would he or anyone else for that matter take an interest in me?
I was an utterly dull and insignificant creature. I wasn’t pretty, smart, nor was I very athletic. In fact, I was a klutz incapable of walking with out finding something to trip on.
Was he simply playing around or joking? Making an even bigger fool of me?
That hurt. Because it would mean I was in love with a jerk. All these thoughts and emotions churned inside me as we continued to walk. But as the silence stretched from peaceful to awkward he finally asked.
“Have you thought about it?” A moment’s pause, “You know, what I asked you before?” I myself needed no reminder. Ever since that fate-full day I simply hadn’t been able to think straight.
Quickly I recomposed my features and quietly uttered,
“I’m curious, what if I said yes?” but my shaky voice gave me away. I closed my eyes, anticipating his laughter at my incredulous answer but the silence continued. My voice full of despair seemed to act on its own accord, and I asked,
‘Should I leave?” and attempted to withdraw my hand, but he gently strengthened his grip.
“No, stay with me.”
In my shock I quickly stole a glance of his face, a subtle but teasing smile tugging at his lips. Stopping he pulled my other hand towards him, clasping my fingers in a sort of embrace. It was impossible to look away from his eyes, the dark pools that had no end were now warm and inviting.
“You can trust me, you know?” Then he let go of my hands and placed them around my waist, and I draped my hands around his neck, leaning on my toes to rest my head against his chest. I felt sure of myself for the first time in days. I looked back into his eyes,
“I know,” I whispered
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