She blinked at him, frowning gently. “How can you — what do you mean, you knew? Knew what?” Everything he said just confused her more. “You have to explain all of that!”
“No – I meant that I knew you were the one for me, that you were different, amazing somehow, more so than just a regular girl, but I just couldn’t work it out at the point.” He was quick to placate her growing concern, reaching out to curl his fingers around hers. “And now it all makes so much sense.”
“All right,” she said slowly, “but the other things? Knowing if I’m lying? And — him?” She dropped her gaze down to their entwined hands, and stroked her thumb against his fingers. “We’re in the same class, I can’t not see him,” she pointed out.