Morticia's lips parted, her gaze locked with his as she struggled to find words. Her heart raced like a drum, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as Klaus's words echoed over and over in her head.

He wants her to be his girlfriend.

Was this a dream? If it is, she doesn't want to wake up.

"You don't want to?" he questioned, his voice thick yet soft, making her skin tingle. She held onto the wall for support, barely resisting the urge to fall into his arms.

His lips curled up, his face still close as he offered, "If you want to say yes, just kiss me."

Oh God, Klaus, what...