Dylan's POV
My stomach spun, seeing her reaction. At the moment, she was sitting by the edge of the bed with me squatting infront of her, now holding her two legs. She wasn't looking at me in the eye, she was blushing but wasn't smiling and her grip on my hand got loose.
I needed her to say something. The silence was killing me but I had no regrets of telling her. Keeping those feelings to myself felt worse.
She tucked her lips in, making small movements I couldn't understand. "Avery" I called her name, rushing her to give a response.
"I... Uhh... III..." she couldn't say proper words but I got the message. She was going to reject me.
It didn't come as a shock to me though. I always felt that Avery returning my feelings would be nothing but a fantasy