My throat dried, and I couldn't muster words to speak. Moments ago, I was crying because he didn't give me enough attention and now when he finally was asking me the words I was dying to hear, I had no reply.
I contemplated it, I knew the way I felt about him. I knew how his touch or his proximity made me feel but was I ready to say it?
Am I ready to accept it? or is it too early? What if I end up like before?
Ashton is definitely not Mike, but I still couldn't control the insecurities or doubts that arose in my mind and this time I'd neither walk away nor reject him. The last thing I'd want to do now was to break his heart.
His eyes awaited my answer impatiently and I was too puzzled to even build up the courage to ask for some time. Nonetheless, a part of me was thrilled to hear h
