That was right! She looked at him explaining what she learnt from her stay but deep down, nothing mattered as well as seeing him. The moment they shared in front of the tree wasn't something they would forget any time soon. She didn't know how to call the feelings they shared, was it love? Or maybe something less? Anyway, she didn't know since he said he liked her, not loved her. Liking and loving were two distinct feelings even if they belonged to the same category.
There were people who married without love so making love wasn't a condition to call what they felt a love. However, she felt that he had to take responsibility for the whirlwind of emotions he inflicted upon her. She peeked at him, through her eyelashes. His hand was fondling hers and his shadow enveloped her.
