Part III
She wished she could say something. Every time she opened her mouth, she got...distracted.
She wanted to tell him that he wasn't 'sort of beautiful'. She wanted to take it back, set things straight.
He wasn't 'sort of beautiful', not even close. He was everything.
It was hard to concentrate, when he kissed her. She'd read it in novels, but only when she was with Jacob did she understand what it meant to go weak at the knees.
She hoped he knew that it wasn't just physical. When her legs gave way, and her heart quickened. She hoped he knew.