"Jack." I whispered tensely. "Do you love me?"
"Of course I love you. You're my best friend Gwen. I love you, so much…" He answered softly.
Minutes passed, and the storm goes on.
"I mean…" Tears began welling up again. "Do you love me… the way you love Lyla?"
He didn't answer.
When tears came rolling down my face, he moved my body so I could face him. His expression was pained and confused. He held my chin, and wiped away my tears with one hand.
"No, Gwen… No." his whisper faded as I closed my eyes. "I'm still planning to court Lyla again, even if it means butting in their relationship."
There I had my answer, no, confirmation. Jack is madly in love with Lyla, as much as I'm in love with him.
I opened my eyes to see the same expression of anxiety and confusion on his face. I held his face with my two hands and kissed him. It was no ordinary kiss; this is the kind of kiss I have always wanted to show him. How much I needed him in my life, how important he was. How I truly love him. It was passionate and strong, tender, intimate and romantic. I didn't expect the next thing that happened though. Thinking that he would break away from this rather intimate kiss, he responded to it. He crushed his lips to mine, strongly yet gently. It continued on like that… until I stopped kissing him and sobbed again.
"I'm so sorry, Gwen… I'm sorry I can't love you… the way you love me." He whispered with his husky voice broke.
"I love you, Jack. I truly love you, beyond words…" I croaked.
He cuddled me closer to him and I just hugged him back. When I fell asleep, I could feel his hands wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes and he kissed on my forehead. He probably slept on the floor.
