"Stop it!" He said, laughing.
And she did. She stopped hitting him with the pillow and looked at him. Truly looked at him.
"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked and pinched her cheek. His laughter died and was replaced by worries.
"You look like you're falling in love with me," he said, still teasing.
She grabbed the pillow and smashed it on his face with all her might. Her embarrassment was thrown into that hit. But she felt guilty seeing Matthew's face turned red where the pillow hit.
"Sorry," she mumbled, lacking sincerity because her pride was bigger than her guilt.
"Can't you give us a chance?"
The sudden shift in his expression left her speechless.
A huge lump was formed at the back of her throat.
Her heartbeat sounded like a thunderbolt in her ears. She could feel her chest pumping oxygen twice as much.
"We —are you sure?" She asked tentatively, watching his face closely, trying to find the first sign of lie in his face but found none.
