I turned away, I didn’t want him to see me blushing. It didn’t work. He put his hand on my cheek softly and turned my face towards his. He leaned closer to me as he brush my hair away from my face.
“But I wouldn’t stop there” He whispered softly.
“Wouldn’t stop where?” I asked, confused.
“I wouldn’t stop at just your eyes, your entire face, it’s lovely” he said as he traced his finger along my cheekbone. The breath caught in my throat, he was less than two inches away from my face.
“Hey Ayla! Did you already take Ms. Facey’s Quiz?” My friend Camille had appeared out of no where, “Oh sorry, did I interrupt something?”
“Oh no, not at all” I said as I turned away from Dave quickly, “No, I haven’t taken it yet”
“Oh do you want to help me study?” She asked.
“Do you mind?” I asked Dave apologetically . He shook his head.
“Ok, Cam, I’ll study with you” I stood up to walk away with Camille, but before I took two steps, something caught my hand. It was Dave’s hand.
“Wait, Ayla, I want to ask you something…”