Will seeing me be a problem?”<br />While there’s this overwhelming voice screaming yes in the back of my mind, there’s a smile twisting on my face and I bring my hands together in front of me, feeling suddenly shy. Did he just say...? “So we’re seeing each other?” <br />Isaiah touches an earring. “Yeah. I guess we are.”<br />My head bobs back and forth because I so need more. “Like more than friends?” <br />“We can be friends if you want. But...”<br />“But what?” My stomach begins to plummet. Did I misread all of this?<br />His gray eyes bore into mine with an intensity I’ve never seen from anyone before. “But I want more.”<br />“More?” I whisper.<br />“I want to kiss you again.