Diane's POV

A wave of sharp and unfamiliar heat washes over me. My skin still tingles where his hands were, my lips still swollen from his kiss. It happened. We actually happened. It really does feel real and the words still resonate in my ears, his genuine confession that made him cry. I've never seen him cry or sad. I've only ever seen him angry. The fact that his love for me made him shed tears warms my heart and I don't care how selfish that may sound.

"Do you think... they saw us?" I whisper, the words barely audible against his chest. I tilt my head back, searching his...