"You... you don't mean that," Desmond stutters, eyes on mine.
His bottom lip is quivering, literally, as if he can't believe what's happening even though he's so close I can smell his breath. Well, he's not the only one who seems not to understand what is going on.
I'm in the crew too—probably worse.
My brain is on fire, and so is my heart. Manon. I will have to apologize to her later for making her work for no reason. But fuck, when you have a set of honey brown eyes looking at you, pleading for the answer to a question they asked almost a month ago, you can't help but get weak in the knees.
"I do. With all my heart."
"When?"
My god, he has a lot of questions.
"When what?"
"When did you realize that you like me?"
