"My heart is open to you," I said with a smile.

"Is it really? That makes me so happy. I wonder if you feel about me the way I feel about you."

My heart was racing. How did he feel about me?

"I think about you all of the time. I often wonder what your skin feels like." He reached his hand out. "May I hold your hand?"

I nodded dumbly and extended my hand.

He took it in his. My stomach fluttered as he traced small circles on the back of my hand. "It's even softer than I imagined."