AMARANTA POV
*Clumsy - Fergie*
My heart was racing.
I was looking right into his warm, loving eyes, and I was at a loss for words.
I could feel the slight tremble of his palm on my skin, the tension in his muscles, as if he was afraid he'd crossed a line, ruining something.
He didn’t. He’d been perfect, and that only confirmed what I already knew.
I didn’t move, didn’t even breathe properly for a second, just stayed there with my hand pressed flat against him like if I lifted it he might disappear or this whole thing would.
He wasn’t hiding his fears, his questions.
That was the part that got to me.
He wasn’t pretending to be calm or unaffected or in control like most men would. He wasn’t even pretending.
He’d just laid himself bare in front of me, expecting nothing, waiting for
