Kyla
Sitting on the sofa with him is making me extremely nervous. I am trying to think of the best words to say to him. I am not used to putting my feelings and heart out there. After closing my eyes and inhaling, I finally turn to meet his gaze. His eyes are fixed on me, eager for me to start speaking.
When I try to speak, there are no words that come out. Carlos maintains eye contact with me as he places his hand on my knee.
“Kyla, relax and tell me what you want to tell me. I need to know if this is the start of something or the end?” he says softly.
I chew nervously on my lower lip. “I don’t want it to be the end, Carlos, but there is still so much to consider. What are we going to do, hide our relationship until I graduate?”
It is my first year. I still have a few before I can do
