I stare at him with a dubious look on my face. I'm grateful he can't hear the rate at which my heart is pounding. When he says things like this, I want to tell him how much I like him. But I think of all the things that could go wrong and I'm shifted back into silence. I hate him for the roller-coaster of emotions he puts me through. "You're so weird, I swear."
"You are, too." He doesn't break my gaze and I feel my stomach tense up as I stare at him, trying my best not to cave in to the urge to kiss him. I look away and remind myself of the vow I made. We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before conversation eventually picks back up. I suddenly feel grateful that we're able to make the shift from intense to lighthearted.
As the night progresses, I find myself growing more and
