CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ELLA
I have made up a million scenarios of what it would feel like if the boy of my dreams told me he liked me but none of these could put into words what exactly I’m feeling right now. The blood rush in my ears is a little too loud, the thumping of my heart marching its speed. I can’t feel my face and I’m certain those are goosebumps racing through my skin at this moment. All I can do is stare at Adam; all glorious six feet of him and wonder if I’m hearing him right. He just said he liked me. No-really liked me. The boy I’ve pined over for as long as I can remember just admitted he liked me. Tell me what better gift this life could give me more than that?
“What?” The word eventually stumbles off my lips but it doesn’t stall the butterflies dancing in the pit of my stoma
