KATHERINE POV
I wasn't prepared for this.
For him.
For the way the world seemed to hush around Kyle like it, too, was trying not to interrupt the way he looked at me.
Goddess.
He looked at me like I was something sacred. Something precious. And I didn’t know what to do with that—not when I’d spent most of my life being invisible, not cherished.
And yet here I was.
Wrapped in a sweater that still smelled a little like fabric softener and fresh air, fingers curled around a thermos of raspberry smoothie, standing in the middle of what had to be the most thoughtful, ridiculous, perfect date anyone had ever planned.
for me.
Just for me.
No noise. No pressure. Just the sound of birds dipping low over the lake and the breeze whispering through the tall grass. And him.
Kyle.
His smile
