“What are you doing, Jack?” Selena asked, her eyes cast downward.

“What am I doing, Selena?” he echoed, voice quiet but intense.

“Don’t you know what you’re doing?” she retorted, flustered.

Jack stepped closer. “Selena, look at me,” he said firmly.

But she couldn’t. Embarrassment and nerves tightened her chest. Her gaze stayed fixed on the floor.

“Selena,” he repeated, this time gently cupping her face in his hands and tilting her head upward.

His eyes locked on hers. ...