He glanced over at you, his breath catching slightly as his heart began to race, pounding fiercely in his chest. Every fiber of him was flooded with an overwhelming rush of affection—he loved you so deeply it was almost dizzying. In his eyes, you were flawless, the embodiment of everything he had ever dreamed of. All he wanted in that moment was to close the distance between you, to press his lips gently to yours, to wrap his arms around you and hold you so tightly that the world faded away. His love was wild and uncoordinated, a beautiful mess of longing and tenderness that he couldn’t quite control.

But what about you? How did you feel? Jonah had no idea. Your expression was a mystery, a silent question hanging between you.

Still, he wondered, what was there to lose by trying? What harm could come from reaching out and letting his heart speak?

Jonah took a slow, steadying breath, trying to quiet the storm raging inside him. His eyes searched yours, desperate for even the smallest sign—anything—that you might feel the same. The faintest curve of your lips, the way your gaze lingered just a little longer, the subtle warmth in your eyes—he clung to those tiny clues like a lifeline.

The air between you thickened, charged with unspoken words and fragile hopes. His hands twitched at his sides, aching to reach out but frozen by uncertainty. The silence stretched, neither of you moving, caught in that perfect, trembling moment before everything shifted—or stayed the same.

Maybe he didn’t have to wait for you to make the first move. Maybe it was enough just to know how much you meant to him, to hold onto that feeling no matter what happened next.

His breath hitched as he took another step closer, the space between you shrinking with every heartbeat. The world seemed to pause, waiting to see what he would do next—whether he’d finally close the gap, or let the moment slip away.