I whisper and immediately stare at my shoes. Of all the things I could have said, that shouldn't have been it. I. Am. An. Idiot.A gentle tug on my hair sends goose bumps raining down my arms. I close my eyes and relish the sweet brush of his knuckles against my neck as he flips my hair over my shoulder. I say so softly he may not have heard me.His hand caresses the sensitive spot right below my chin, and with a gentle pressure, Isaiah raises my head until I look into those warm silver eyes. The right side of my mouth quirks and a spring of hope bubbles up inside me. He likes me. A really hot, really awesome guy likes me.
by Katie McGarry
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The narrator is filled with embarrassment after saying something awkward, feeling foolish and wishing she could have chosen her words more carefully. Her self-deprecation emphasizes her vulnerability as she fixates on looking at her shoes, indicating her discomfort in the situation. Yet, amidst her inner turmoil, a gentle and intimate gesture from Isaiah shifts her emotions, sparking a flicker of hope within her.

This moment reveals a tender connection between the two characters. Isaiah's gentle touch and the way he raises her chin encourages her to meet his gaze, suggesting a deeper bond. The narrator's realization that someone she finds attractive is interested in her boosts her confidence, showcasing a pivotal instance of growing attraction and potential romance. The complexity of her emotions, combining uncertainty with budding affection, makes for an engaging narrative moment.

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