“What?” I asked, feeling my toes dig more into the warm sand the longer we stood in place. I looked up, staring into the light brown eyes that never fail to make my heart skip. He looked away, shaking his head while his lip slipped between his teeth. I frowned, reaching forward to grab his cold hands. I intertwined our fingers, squeezing tight at the limp feel of his against mine. “You.” He sighed, dropping his head down to look at our tangled hands. “Me?” I whispered, feeling my stomach somersault. “You.” He repeated quietly, squeezing my hands back. “What about me?” I wondered, licking my dry lips. “I don’t know.” He revealed, falling quiet as the breeze hit us. “You make me…feel something.” I grinned, pulling his hands into my chest while I tilted my head up. He looked down at me, slowly licking his lips before leaning down to press our foreheads together. “Is that a good thing?” I questioned, feeling a familiar rush of butterflies as his breath hit my lips. “I don’t know.” He answered, pressing our lips together.