"Sorry. It's just that you didn't give me a chance." I said looking down.

"Irish?" He called my name in a quiet voice.

I looked back up at him. He was staring at me intensely, like he wanted to ask me something but didn't know if he could.

"What is it?"

He didn't reply immediately. Instead he sighed heavily. "When you told me last night that you love me too. I thought that you meant that you love me more than a friend. I thought you actually meant that you love me as more than a friend." He explained.

My cheeks started turning pink. I hadn't expected him to mention...