he leaned leaned down, tilting his head just a bit to meet your gaze. “What wrong?” he asked, a gentle air about him.

You liked him, and he knew it. He liked you too. But it didn’t make sense, you wouldn’t date him? Why the hell not? There had to be something going on in your head.

He reached up, taking your face in his hands. His gaze wandered over your face, his thumbs tracing over your skin. “What’s up, huh?”