My heart does the usual flips it always does when Harry is in close proximity.
My mouth is suddenly dry and my hands are twitching with nervousness. He stops a safe distance from me and I take an involuntary step backwards.
It's a pity I can't see his perfect face in the moonlight.
"Hi." He says huskily.
"Hi." My voice is so small I can barely hear myself.
He sticks his hands in his pockets. He is nervous.
"Can we talk?" His tone is casual, his voice measured.
"About?"
"Our issue I guess?"
I cross my hands over my chest. Here we go.
"Okay."
"Okay? That's all you have to say?"
"I have nothing to say to you Harry."
"I'll do the talking then."
He clears his throat uncertainly. Harry is too humble today. Too nervous..
"I'm sorry about the way I acted that night. It was totall
