(Bella)
"Bella?" Calvin called softly, his eyes searching mine for a second. "I'm sorry about the other night, it wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable," he says quietly. "I didn't mean to overstep,"
I sensed the sincerity in his words, and offered a small smile. "You don't have to be, Calvin. It's fine, really." I reassure him.
But if there's one thing that is certain from that night. It's Calvin and his feelings for me, he hasn't moved past it like I thought he would.
I think I need to outrightly point this out but it's not now, not here, the timing isn't right yet.
"You sure?" He asks, looking at me keenly.
I nod. "Yeah."
I see him breath out in relief, his eyes pinned on me. "Thank you, for a moment I thought you'd be mad at me."
I chuckle lightly. "What? No, Calvin." I
