"Oh, sorry." He said, and I knew he meant it!

He laugh. "Perhaps you already have heart disease; you didn't run, did you? When did my heart begin to beat faster?"

"When you held my hand...?" I inquired and said, covering my mouth because of what I just said.

"I-I mean, what's the deal with your heart beating so fast?" I nodded slowly, biting my lower lip since I didn't know what to say or do next.

"Y-You make my heart beat fast, too; every time I look at you, my heart seems to go crazy." He said, and I was devastated.

Was he serious or was he making a...