Chapter 2: I know

Are you guys with me? I know where I want to go with this- sort of.

BPOV

His hand reaches out and I retreat. How silly of me, I know, but these days I flinch to the touch. It will open the floodgates. I'm a bit tipsy and ready to spill the beans.

I've still not raised my head to look at him. His hand makes a gesture of surrender and notice how it moves towards his hair. My line of sight follows his hand and then I'm lost into his eyes. His eyes filled with concern. A concern that seems unreasonable, given that I'm a complete stranger.

His hair has a bronzed shade under the yellow light, and his face is ethereal. Can you say that about a man's face? Strong jaw, and a crooked and straight nose at the same time. He screamed contradiction.

And yes, the creepy stalker I am, I am gawking.

'Are you sure you're all right?'

'Yes, yes, sorry I wasn't quite paying attention.'

'No, don't worry, this is a known blind spot, if this corner could speak...'

I giggled, I couldn't help it. Something about him screamed comfort.

Maybe kissing too?

So, what do you think? I'm feeling excited.