“Hey,” Shane murmurs as he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet. I don’t say anything as he lifts my chin. It’s too late to try and hide it, he knows and when he sees my face, he’ll know I’m upset. When our eyes lock again, he laughs. He actually laughs.
“I’m glad you think this is funny.”
“Of course, I do. You’re jealous of something I cannot control,” he says between laughing.
“What did you think of me the first time we met?” I asked.
“I thought you were an angel,” Shane said. He said it way too serious to be a joke.
“That’s funny,” I laughed. “Honestly though.”
“I am being honest. I thought you were the prettiest person I’d ever seen. You took my breath away.”
The sound of rainfall filled the room. It was loud yet soothing. I wasn’t sure if I was enamored with his words or the
