𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. - 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐

goosebumps.

I have nothing to do this evening. Seems that him too. We walk through the park but we don't know how to treat each other. After everything we said, we might be a little bit overwhelmed by all the feelings. After all, I would never think that he would actually be in love with me. All this green around me and Andy by my side never looked this perfect in my mind. Everything seems to be in place.

Now, I started to realize the way he looks at me, the same way he did when I told him everything. There are sparks in his gaze and every time his skin accidentally touches mine, I get the goosebumps. He has been hugging me more and stopped being so hesitant about talking about this thing between us. The only thing that holds me back is knowing that even though our emotions are clear, he's still engaged. He's committed to her.

I won't keep telling him to break up with Joanna, because if he really wants to be with him, he knows he will have to choose. I'm not like that.

I feel lighter. Things feel so right I'm afraid to lose these. Andy, my new job, friends.

He keeps looking at my lips every time I talk. I look at his eyes deeper than ever. His hands are always finding excuses to touch my hair. My heart beats faster every time he says lil pie. I'm loving this.

...

We get to the NBC building and he gets to his car. The sun is almost setting and I feel pretty tired of walking up and down that garden.
He put his coat on and gets to his car.
"Will you be ok?" he asks, turning the car on.
"Yeah. I just need to grab so things from set and talk with some people before leaving."
He opens a huge smile, like if he wants to laugh. I can't help but smile back at him.
"I loved hanging out with you today."
I blush. "I loved it too."
I'm leaning on the opened window of his car. He winkles at me and I blow him a kiss.