He was looking at her with a sense of longing -- a sense of wonder.
It was the oddest thing, trying to decipher his emotions just through the look in his eyes and the nervous flutter of his tongue in cheek.
He shrugged and mumbled inaudibly, but she wanted to draw it out of him. He was going to say something important, but he couldn’t find the words.
“What changed your mind?” she asked again.
There was that look again. He couldn’t get it out, but now she was starting to think that she didn’t need him to say it. She saw it. It was obvious. It was her.
She had changed his mind, but she still needed to understand why.
Was it because he’d seen so much good in her, so much positive energy, that he’d finally caved and opened up? To let in a friend? Someone he could trust and feel comfortable with?
Or was it something more? Was he getting the same tingle at the pit of his stomach that she was? Had it migrated from his toes to the tip of his tongue?
She felt the feeling writhe within her, and like him, she was speechless. The words were lost and broken, all except for one.
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