SABRINA
As a result of his remarks, I can't help but feel my cheeks flush and an overpowering wave of affection and want wash over me. It is impossible to avoid the reality that what he said is correct, and I have no plans to make any attempt to do so. I give a brief sigh before inching closer to him while keeping my voice just a tad bit louder than a whisper the entire time. I responded by saying, "You're right," with a tone in my voice that conveyed both vulnerability and fervour at the same time.
As I lower my sight, a wave of regret washes over me as I come to the understanding that my boldness has taken a turn that I had not anticipated. This was not the outcome that I had been hoping for. This in no way corresponds to what I had in mind at all. It is already tough enough to come to
