As soon as she opened the door and my gaze slid over her, my heart stuttered before beating into double time. And-if you can believe this-my palms broke out in a sweat.
I know, right?
Completely ridiculous.
I don't think a chick has ever tangled me up like this.
It only makes me realize how much I want her to give me a chance. I don't want this to end before it even begins. After sending her gifts all week long, hoping to ensnare her attention or-at the very least draw out her curiosity-I don't have any other tricks up my sleeve unless I want to scare her with some borderline creepy behavior.
Now that her hand is secured in mine, there's no way I'll let it go. I've been thinking about Gia since I saw her last Friday afternoon.
"Let me grab my purse and lock up before we go," she says.
Does that mean I have to relinquish her hand in order for that to happen?
Because she's staring at me like it does.