She was glad her face was hidden, because she could feel the blush creeping hotly up her cheeks. “Me too. I don’t know anyone that special, though.”
“I do – and she’s sitting right in front of me. You’re a great friend, Summer, and you could be more, I don’t know. We could wait and see?” He shrugged shyly, not pointing out her blush as he felt his own colour his cheeks scarlet.
“You /have/ to stop complimenting me,” she mumbled, ducking her head. The longer they sat cuddled up together, the less she wanted to ‘wait and see’ — but then that was always her problem. She always wanted too much, too soon, and pushed people away with it.