I laughed.
“I want to tell you something, Micah. You’re everything I need in life. The perfect guy. My better half. A part of me that I’ve always wanted.”
“Stop before you make my head swell.”
“Which head?” he asked, joking.
“Both heads,” I teased back.
He reached out and touched one of my hands with his own, rubbing a few of my knuckles. “Seriously, Micah, you mean the world to me. A minute doesn’t go by during my days when I don’t think about you. You’re in my head when I play the piano, or practice, or go to bed at night.”
“I’m sure it’s horrible to think of me all the time.”
He shook his head. “It’s the complete opposite. I don’t think I’ve ever fallen for a guy as hard as I’ve fallen for you. I really didn’t believe it was possible.”
“You’re exaggerating,” I said. “Stop before you embarrass me. I’m not who you think I am.”
“I know exactly who you are.”
“Who?” I asked, putting him on the spot.