Cassie could only wonder if he just missed her as a friend or was that look meant something more as she continued to gaze into his eyes.
Her heart twisted in anticipation, wishing for him to think of her more than a friend. But her mind kept warning not to expect too much from his kindness, frightened that she was setting herself up to fail.
After the short kiss they had shared, they had never discussed anything about it. Suddenly, that incident felt like it was just a mistake or a figment of imagination conjured by a lonely soul.
"I like you, Cassie." He spoke softly and held her hand firmly in his, lifting them until it was in front of his lips. After a few seconds of staring into her eyes, the surface of his tender lips landed on her skin.
Then, his action followed a path that created havoc in her heart. His words, lips, and touch implied what she wanted to hear. Was this it? Was this what she waited for since she admitted wanting him?
