Right Time for Love

Indecision marked Gavin's brow as they stared into each other's eyes. If he walked off, the friendship would be over...shattered like a cheap piece of glass. They would still see each other at times, but the closeness wouldn't exist anymore, and that's what Brandy treasured the most.

He lifted a hand to her face, a sad smile tilting the corner of his lips. "I'm twenty-nine-years-old, and so help me, I've never met anyone like you.

"She blinked. "So...Is that good or bad?"

His forehead dropped to hers. A slight chuckle eased the tension. "I'm still trying to decide.