Don’t look at me like that,” I muttered, my voice barely steady as our eyes locked.
He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Like what?”
My heart was pounding so loud, I was sure he could hear it. And before I could stop myself, the words slipped out — soft, fragile, desperate.
“Like you’re madly in love with me.”
For a heartbeat, the world stilled. Then, with that same maddening calmness, he said,
“What if I really am?”
I froze. Not because I didn’t want it to be true… but because I wasn’t sure I deserved it.
It wasn’t him I doubted — it was me.
Was I really someone who could be loved like that?
So completely. So recklessly. So much that it terrified me.