After a while, I finally ask, “What?”
“It’s getting dangerous hanging out with you, Ms. Hannah,” he points out in a tease.
I can’t help but huff at his comment. “Would you rather not?”
There’s a mischievous smile forming at the corners of his lips, but he doesn’t answer my question, maybe it’s because we are so caught up in each other’s eyes that he’s speechless.
After a few moments of silence, though, he leans slightly closer to me, his lips almost brushing my ear, when I hear him whispering, “I like taking risks.”
THE STORY CONTINUES IN
HANNAH.