A smile spread across his lips as he replied, "Why do you think I like you?"
Sawyer's calm expression made Abigail question her earlier conclusion: this man liked her.
'Am I wrong?' she wondered while gazing into Sawyer's blue eyes. Her heartbeat quickened as she took in the gentleness reflected there.
"I don't know. I just have this strong feeling that you like me. Plus, you take me to where you'd go when you want to be alone. That makes your liking me special, not something ordinary," Abigail finally admitted, voicing the thoughts bothering her.
Sawyer smiled and then looked at the flame consuming the dry wood. He didn't respond to her words, and Abigail chose not to ask him further.
They both watched the flames in silence, the crackling of the fire filling the tense atmosphere.
Sawyer's gaze was still directed at the dancing fire before him. The fire warmed his heart, giving him the courage to express his feelings to Abigail.
