EMILY’S POV.

He took my hand, and refused to leave it, staring at me like he was trying to read me.

“What’s so weird about agreeing to be friends?” I asked, looking away, with my face flushing.

“What made you change your mind?” He asked, still holding onto my hand, which was growing warmer by the moment.

“What made me change my mind? I just thought it was rude to…”

“No, you definitely didn’t. There must be a reason.” He said, and I pursed my lips, and looked straight ...