Nathaniel couldn't explain the sudden quickening of his heartbeat. There was something different in her eyes tonight—a lingering, intent look, soft yet unwavering. They weren't challenging him or pushing him away; they were drawing him in, holding him still as if the rest of the world had gone quiet.
He waited, every second stretching out, until she finally spoke.
"I…" Her voice faltered, cheeks tinged with heat. "I've noticed how sincere you are. Your efforts are clear. I know you are serious about me."
"Yes," he said without hesitation. "I'm serious about you—about us."
He reached for her, his fingers brushing along her jaw before tipping her chin upward, closing the space between them, his lips seeking hers.
"Wait." Her palms pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him. "There is something I need to tell you."
