“What are you doing here?” Vincent asked, frowning. He blinked, eyes still hazy.
I quickly stepped away from him. His eyes were half-closed, still heavy with sleep. And he sat up on the big sofa, running a hand through his hair.
I didn’t know what to do or what to say.
“Is there a problem, Ella?” he asked, confused. “Why are you here in the library? Shouldn’t you be outside?” he asked, still confused.
I swallowed and took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes. I absentmindedly rubbed the bracelet he gave me, like I was asking the bracelet for courage to tell him my feelings for him.
“What’s wrong, Ella? What happened?” he asked, still confused when I still didn’t speak and just kept staring at him.
I knew my actions were awkward and weird. But I needed to tell V
