Billy was in his room, after coming back from his
picnic with Cassie, laying down, and staring up at the ceiling.
What was he doing?
He had almost said those words tonight.
Four days, and a little time before that, a small meeting
Four days and already... already he was afraid he was falling in love with her.
How the hell did this happen? Didn't he learn? Didn't he , in his heart, know this was insane? He had fallen easily for Steph, too, and been crushed, He had tried hard with her and been shattered. Wasn't it too soon to try again? Wasn't it...
He stared up at the ceiling and one thing crystallized in his mind; he knew all of that and didn't care. His heart had chosen already.
No matter what his head said, he was in love with Cassandra Frasier.
God give mercy on his soul.
He grinned.
"I love her."
He grinned wider.
"I LOVE HER!"
His voice echoed off the walls, and he laughed. He laughed for the joy that rushed in his heart, and at the warmth that those few words caused in his chest.
He turned and closed his eyes, and smiled.
"I love you, Cassie."
And he slept with those words in his mind, echoing.