On The Way Home II
Her heart was burning as she carefully lifted her eyes to meet his. She hoped it was not obvious to him that she was desperately searching for a reply—something meaningful that would finally reveal to him how much she adored him. At last, she resigned to a coquettish, “No.”
He grinned at her innocently. “I’m sorry if I made you nervous. I just thought you looked really great tonight.”
“Thank you.” She gazed out the window for a moment, and suddenly realized the car was coming to a stop. When she turned back to him he was taking her hands and pulling her close to him.
“Really great.” He repeated. He traced her chin with his finger and tilted her face towards his.