“Will seeing me be a problem?”While there’s this overwhelming voice screaming yes in the back of my mind, there’s a smile twisting on my face and I bring my hands together in front of me, feeling suddenly shy. Did he just say...? “So we’re seeing each other?” Isaiah touches an earring. “Yeah. I guess we are.”My head bobs back and forth because I so need more. “Like more than friends?” “We can be friends if you want. But...”“But what?” My stomach begins to plummet. Did I misread all of this?His gray eyes bore into mine with an intensity I’ve never seen from anyone before. “But I want more.”“More?” I whisper.“I want to kiss you again.”