The peaceful silence of the room lingered as Lydia and I sat together, warmth radiating between us. I could feel the pull of the moment, the tension that always existed whenever we were alone.
A soft smile played on her lips, and my hand, almost by instinct, moved to brush a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.
"You're hopeless," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper now, but it was filled with affection. There was that glimmer in her eyes, the one that always made my heart race, reminding me how much I missed her.
I leaned in closer, the space between us shrinking, and for a moment, the rest of the world disappeared.
My thoughts were entirely on Lydia the way her breath hitched slightly, the curve of her lips, and the warmth of her skin against mine.
"Hopelessly in love with you," I murmured, and just as my lips were about to meet hers
CRASH
