Had I just been confessed to?
"Pardon?" I asked, puzzled. "Did you just say-"
"Yes," he said before I could complete my sentence.
I blinked. "Huh?"
All of a sudden, he took a hold of my hand. It happened so quickly that it took me a full minute to realize what he was doing.
"I think I'm in love with you, M'lady," he claimed, squeezing my hand.
All I could think of was him holding my hand. I wasn't even looking at his face. With a tug, in a tiny voice, I said, "Let go, please."
He held on for a moment or two before disappointedly letting go. I pulled my hand into the safety of my lap and held it there. He looked at me sadly, probably wondering if this was a rejection.
"No, you can continue talking," I nodded. "Go ahead." I wanted to hear the interesting bits before I could decide upon something. After all, this was my first ever confession.
