Nichole
When Drego said he didn't want me to leave, my heart did a backflip, my stomach had butterflies. Despite my brain telling me to leave, I couldn't bring my heart to agree. And then he admitted to avoiding me.
At first I thought it was because he hated me. But the look in his eyes now, it wasn't hate. I'd seen hatred before, this wasn't it. This was something else. And maybe I was jumping to conclusions. Maybe I was seeing what I always wanted to see. Maybe this was a misunderstanding.
Push for it.
My brain kept reminding me of Chris's words. To be more forward. To make my move. So I scooted closer, my finger almost laced with his. I noticed he flinched, but he didn't move away from me. And the look in his eyes, the emotions only grew.
I dared to think it, but had Drego been avoiding me because he wanted me? He had almost kissed me that night of the attack. Initially, I thought he was just being cruel to me. But he had the same look he had then.