Her touch

Silence fell in the room as Alex and Selena kept staring at each other, both of them not knowing what to say. Her confession had come in a little too fast and if her eyes weren't too convincing, he would have called her a liar to her face. But if he couldn't call her a liar, does that mean saying she loves him is the truth? His question made as little sense as the way he had found out unintentionally that she might be innocent. Or that she knew nothing about Amelia's death.

"Alex?" Her fingers slipped across his face as if she was scared of him, or scared of her reply.

He sucked in a sharp breath, scared that his shaky voice might give him out that he was scared of what to say. "Are you sure?"

"What do you mean, am I sure? Much as I hate to admit it, it's the truth. Call me a fool, tell me I'm clingy, say all manner of harsh stuff against me. It still won't change the fact that whenever I try to hate you for your attitude, my heart does otherwise." Her eyes were fixed on his face and