We stayed back at the bridge while engaging in a heartfelt conversation. If there was one thing I enjoyed, it was spending time with him, and I couldn’t wait to see him display the other four love languages to me. The scenarios that I always painted in my head before going to bed seemed impossible to slip into reality.
Every word that escaped his lips seemed to slip through my mind, lost in the distraction of accessing his features. His voice, his gaze, his scent—everything about him made it hard to focus on anything else.
It wasn’t until he waved his hand in front of me that I snapped back into reality and asked, "What have you been thinking about?"
"You." That escaped too easily with a gasp as I covered my mouth in shock. He smirked at my response, holding his head high and asking, "W
