Stella's POV
In his cottage we both fall silent, he takes my hand and drags me to his room. I'm so nervous, it's not even the first time we've done something like this, but I still feel like my heart is about to burst out of my chest.
"Do you want anything to drink?" he says as we're about to pass his kitchen.
"No" I shake my head. But I should have probably said yes, my mouth is so dry right now I keep licking my lips and he keeps glancing at them.
In his room, I can finally get a good look at it, last time I came here it was too dark to see anything. His walls are cream and he has a desk filled with books like mine but that's where the similarities end. His room is bigger than mine and so is his bed. He has a bunch of exercising equipment in one corner and very few decorations but o
