Stacy’s POV
I saw him.
I saw him when he thought that I was not looking at him. Thomas stared at me. I knew that stare was not meaning anything but I wanted to feel that it was something. I have never been this close to any other men in my life. Well, if you count my father and Eduard and my uncles and male cousins---but that was different, isn’t it?
The weird feelings that I feel whenever he is around are odd, as I have never been attracted to the opposite s*x. Ever. I had my fair share of pursuers as early as the fifth grade. None of them gave me butterflies. And even if I do not have first-hand information on relationships and attractions---I am not dumb. I know that I like Thomas. The only problem was the timing. This was not the time to engage in anything romantic. Yeah, yeah, I k
