Chapter 67 Why? What Is Wrong?

• OLIVIA
• I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, and I know my cheeks are turning pink. I probably resemble a tomato at this point, but I am too lost in the moment to care. A comfortable quiet settles between us, broken only by birdsong and the gentle rustle of leaves in the warm air.
• The breeze plays with my hair, sending strands across my face before the wind carries them away again. I swallow, trying to ease the dryness in my throat. His gaze is fixed on mine, and the nervous feeling is creeping back. I told myself I was fine with holding his stare, but now my stomach feels full of fluttering things. I am in serious trouble.