His fingers around my waist have just tightened, and when my gaze flies back up to his—
“It’s different this time, isn’t it?”
Oh...yes.
Everything’s so, so wonderfully, beautifully different that I just have to know.
“H-How...w-when did you know that you’re in love with me?”
I didn’t know what to expect after asking him that, but he actually doesn’t say anything for several moments, and I realize that’s very much a classic, too. Him just thinking at his leisure, and my chest squeezes a little when his gaze drifts to the scar on my temple.
“What about you?”
Even though he only murmurs the words, almost absently even, it makes me start because I didn’t expect him to suddenly speak—
“How can you be sure what you’re feeling isn’t simply gratitude?”
But that question he just asked though?
“That’s easy.”
I say this because it really is, and thank goodness I did since there he goes again, arching his brow, and oh gosh, it’s still the hottest thing ever—
“I’m not sure how to feel about that.”
And his humor, I can’t get enough of his humor either, and that...that’s the answer to his question, too.
“You’ve always...you’ve always known how I feel. But you never took advantage or made fun of me.”
“So you think I’m kind—”
“Iknowyou’re kind.”
“And that’s your reason?”
It’s one of themanyreasons that my heart knows he’s the one for me, but since it’s obviously taking a while for my mind to catch up—
“Your turn,” I say just a little shakily, just a little breathlessly. “Will you tell me how you knew?”
His fingers tighten yet again, and I hold my breath. Is he going to finally tell me—
“No.”
My eyes widen, and his eyes gleam.
"W-What do you mean n-no?"
"You know what it means.”
"B-But—"
His lips curve in a smirk. “Because I am who I am, Katherine. Did you really think I would simply answer you just like that?"
So what was he saying?
If he didn't want to answer, then...
Oh my gosh.
