I hung out in Gerard's room during lunch again. I helped him clean up paint supplies today, and I'll admit, our hands touched a couple times. Neither of us did anything about it. I don't think either of us wanted to.
At one point, Gerard asked me, 'why are you blushing?' I was ready to die. I couldn't tell him the truth! 'Uh, I think it's a little hot in here?' I said, not so convincingly. Gerard could tell, because he leaned in and whispered, 'you sure?' Right next to my ear. I turned my head so our noses were only an inch apart.
'No,' I said, smiling.
