For a moment, all the emotions converged at her heart, and she gripped the cup tightly, suddenly unsure of what to do or say.
Her fingertips trembled slightly.
It wasn't her first time receiving a confession from the opposite sex, but for Sylvan Cheney to say such things to her, it was indeed the first time.
The tension spread throughout her body as she widened her eyes to look at him, trying to discern any hint of joking from his face.
But there wasn't the slightest hint of jest in him; he stared at her with eyes alight with intense fervor.
He stood right opposite her, only half an arm's length away.
Jasmine Yale felt as though she could hear her own heartbeat, "thump-thump," almost leaping out of her throat.
Her feet shifted slightly, carrying an uneasy expression on her face, her gaze darting evasively.
Contrarily, Sylvan Cheney pressed his thin lips together, his gaze intense. What expression was that on her face?
