Me?
She wanted to go with me?
I stared at her for a long time, keeping my mouth shut, because it felt like this was another one of those times where I had no idea what to say to her, simple be abuse she had left me speechless again.
She was the only person who had ever been able to do it—the only person who’s actions I couldn’t predict quite as well as I did with others.
There was this inexplainable feeling dancing around in my chest, and I had no idea why it was there, but one thing was for sure, it was far from being an unwelcome feeling. I had often heard of males getting something that they would describe as butterflies whenever they were in the presence of their mates, whenever they had been pleased by either actions or words.
Was this what that felt like?
How could I be s
