At that moment, the whole world seemed to belong to them.
Moments before, she'd finally become aware of her surroundings, but now they vanished again, the panorama around them turning the color of sky as the only thing she felt she could see was Justin's face.
"W-w-what?! What did you say?!"
"You're perfect. Sorry," he shook his head frantically, betraying the fact that he was suddenly dealing with as much anxiety as she was feeling,
"I…didn't think this through. But you're—"
"I'm not perfect," she huffed, once again trying weakly to take back her hand, but this time disappointed that he let her. "You're just saying that to try and get in my skirt. It won't work. Pervert."
He shook his head. "Okay, maybe perfect isn't the right word but, well," his voice puttered off into silence for a moment, and he bit his lip as he looked at her.
She could feel their hearts pounding as both of them refused to look away for more than a second. They were linked.
