Erik's POV
My heart is beating out of my chest as I close the door to her room and lean my forehead against it. I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing heart.
I'm so stupid. This shouldn't be happening, I shouldn't have done that. But she was crying and upset and I had to make sure she was okay. I'm also acting like some teenage boy who has a crush on the pretty cheerleader. I'm a grown man and I should act like one. But then I look at Noa and my brain turns to mush, my heart races, and my stomach is filled with butterflies.
It's been a year since we met and a little less than a year since I started liking her. Me being me, I have no idea how to actually approach her about the subject. I can't focus on anything when she's around, only her. And I've only known her for a year, but I'd do anything for her.
She called me, crying, and said we were out of ice cream. I told her I was still at the café. I lied. I knew she wouldn't ask for anything or said not to get her anything if she knew I wasn't near what she needed. I was almost home, so I just stopped at a corner store and got some ice cream.
My heart ached when I saw that she was crying. I couldn't breathe while I held her and let her cry. I tried cheering her up, but it went bad. She started crying and went to her room.
Then, I kissed her. It wasn't really a kiss but it still made my heart race. I don't want her to be hurt. It hurts me when I see her cry or when I see her in pain. And I don't ever want to be the one to cause her pain. So I won't ever put myself or her in that position. I'll keep her safe.
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