Biting my lip, I said softly, "I've always found you attractive." In a way, it was a new confession. But at the same time, it was the same thing I had admitted to a week ago.
"Yeah," he said. "You told me you had a crush--"
"No," I interrupted him and he stopped talking. Then I lowered my voice and said, "It's more than a crush."
He was silent for almost a minute before he asked, "What are you saying?"
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to roll toward him. I felt extremely vulnerable. I was really putting my ego on the line here. When I was facing him, less than a foot away, I noticed he was looking at me. He was still lying on his back, though.
Feeling daring, I leaned my head a little closer and then said, "I think you're sexy." There. It was out there. I held my breath.
"Gracie,"
