He needed something here. From her. What, though? He’d only admitted his feelings and declared his intentions to her that morning. She’d had less than twenty-four hours to start considering him as a possible love interest. A real one. Not a fake boyfriend or a sex instructor or substitute teammate. Stop expecting so much so soon. That’s what logic told him. His heart was another story. It wanted answers. “Are you considering me, Skylar?” “Yes.”
