“Why me?” Her question was innocent enough. Hadn’t she witnessed girls literally throw themselves at his feet in the past? She just wondered what it was about her that made him like her so much. Plus, part of her really wanted to hear it. If he had to think about an answer, formulate it into words and then say them out loud, then it would be real.
“California, I wish you could hop into my head and see yourself through my eyes. Then you wouldn’t have to ask. But for the record, I’m extremely attracted to you. I have been since the first day I laid eyes on you.”
“Speckled eyes,” Zoey commented, as she laughed.
“Yes, since the first time I laid my speckled eye on you,” he laughed.
They continued to walk and his thumb gently caressed her hand as he held it. “You’re different from the girls
