His hand was warm on mine, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Scott’s touch always had that strange effect on me—comforting yet dangerous. I looked up at his face.
“Are you sure? Does he really want to see me?” I asked, pressing his hands gently.
“Don't you think we need to make this official? It is you that I like. You are the only girl that makes my heart beat weirdly and the girl who helped me pass my exam. I am not letting go.”
Scott's words were comforting.
I truly wanted to believe his father wanted to see me for the same reason we both think. I looked at Scott, and I knew he wanted me to go.
“Fine. You pick the time, and I promise to be there.” I said with a smile plastered on my face. He bent his head a little and wanted to kiss me, but his friend rushed towards us and
