Flashback ( PDFDrive )

And his cheeks . . . they were flushed.
And he’d said . . .
He’d said . . .
“I want it to be you.”
It took her a second to realize he’d said it again. And he looked less
startled this time—more . . . relieved as he took a step closer, leaving
very little space between them.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’ve been trying not to say that, because
it’s not fair. But . . . I couldn’t let you stand there looking like . . . like
you do when someone gives you a compliment and you don’t believe it.
I’m trying not to pressure you, Sophie. I know you’re not sure about
any of this.” He used his shaky arm to gesture around the room.
“But . . . I’m so tired of trying to hide the fact that the only name I
want to see on my lists is . . . yours.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, nearly choking on it thanks to the
way her heart had crammed itself into her throat.
He couldn’t have just said that.
It had to be a misunderstanding.
Or a daydream.
Or . . . or . . . anything.
But he was leaning closer, leaving barely a breath between them.
And his eyes.
She couldn’t deny what she saw in them.
It gave her the courage to blurt out, “I’ve liked you since the day I
met you.”
She’d thought he’d given her perfect smiles before. But the one
right then?
Amazing.