Leah
The air between us grew thicker as I held his stare, the cup of coffee forgotten in my hand. His baby blue eyes were fixed on mine with confidence, and I hadn't seen in them before.
"Do you like me?"
His answer came without hesitation. "Yes."
Heat shouldn't have crawled up my neck, but it did.
"I thought I'd made that pretty obvious by now."
I knew he was interested, but confessing he liked me was unexpected.
"I'm a divorcee with a kid," I said quietly.
"I know."
He stepped close enough for me to catch the faint scent of his cologne. "And it doesn't change anything, Leah."
My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag.
"I'm older than you."
"It doesn't matter."
"It should."
His fingers grazed my cheek. "Not to me. I've felt this way since the first day I set my eyes on
