He smiled, and the action made a thousand butterflies flutter about in my stomach. “I’m kidding. I don’t want to take anyone else. I want to take you. You and only you.”
I studied his face, my gaze falling to his lips, biting my inner cheek when my thoughts traveled to someplace they shouldn’t. “Why?” I questioned, wanting—no, needing to know.
The smile on his face changed into what I would call a boyish, impish grin. It was too cute for words. It hurt to look at, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. “Because, try and try, I’ve realized it doesn’t matter. I like you. I like you a lot.” He chuckled. “Normally I don’t tell girls I like them until after we’re together.”
A sobering sentence if there ever was one. “I’m not like other girls, Christian, and I’m not going to be just another notch on your bedpost.”
“My bed doesn’t have posts.”
I rolled my eyes as the bell rang. Mr. Burns was still in the back room, so we had a few minutes.
“I know what you mean,” Christian said seriously. “And I was joking about that, and about the other girls part. There are no other girls, Elle. Not anymore.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or not. I turned my head, watching Mr. Burns walk to the front of the class, holding onto two large vials. In this moment, words failed me. I couldn’t say a single thing, fearing that whatever I did say would only give my plan for tomorrow away.
This sucked.
Why did caring have to be so hard?