One day, with a trace of hesitation, she brushed aside the strand of hair that had fallen over his left eye and asked softly,
"Am I too tough on you?"
A simple question, yet one that opened the door for both of them to step closer to each other's hearts.
He looked up and said softly, "No," innocence gleaming in his eyes, before turning back to the question she had given him.
She smiled. This happiness felt different, quiet yet deeply satisfying, as if she had achieved something wonderful. Her gaze lingered on him; she couldn't look away. She liked the way he looked at her, shy, uncertain, yet trusting.
For a fleeting moment, she wanted to ask him more, to let her fingers slip through his hair… but she suddenly stopped herself. "Why does he make me feel this way?"