Luther stopped, watching her carefully, as her face went pink.
Amy's heart was thudding so fast that it felt like the blood was rushing through her ears.
The wind suddenly became chillier, and her body went stiff and cold like she was a high school offender sitting before the principal.
“I just thought that if I want to move on, then I have to tell you. Don't look at me, please.”
Luther smiled, and looked away; her words honey to his ears.
“I'm not looking anymore.”
“Well, as you know, you're so handsome that it's hard to look at you, and not feel my heart flutter, and it all started with your damned kiss.” She said, looking out at the balcony.
Yeah. You can do it. Say it all.
“I don't understand why I like you. You're so boring. There's not a single thing to like about you.
