“I love you.” I stopped smiling, puzzled by his words. My heart instantly hoped he meant romantically, but my mind stopped my heart before the hope could set it.

“I love you,” he said. As a friend right? No, He probably just loves me like a sister. He would never think of me that way, I reasoned. His eyebrow furled with worry. I smiled at him to assure him I heard his words.

“Love you, too, Elvis.” I chuckled at my nickname for him. I bumped my shoulder against his, turning my head to look away as I chuckled nervously. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my jaw, slowly turning my head to face him. I blinked, surprised to see his face so close to mine. Our lips so close... He gazed into my eyes once more.

“I love you,” he reaped, slower than the first time. My breath hitched. Before I could react, he leaned in, pressing his lip against mine. He was gentle, yet firm enough to make his point. My body moved on it’s own accord. My eyes closed, my lips slowly moved with his. Moments later, he pulled back just enough to for me to see that sly grin of his. I couldn’t help but blush as I smiled back.

“I love you...”