Him just watching was fine with her. Cassie would never admit it, but she was a bit of show off, especially to people she cared about. She liked to dance and she wanted to make it good for Sam to watch. It was a win/win for everyone.

But dancing could wait. She pulled back a bit so she could looked up at him. This was important. "Sam...are you trying to tell me you love me? Because if you are...I love you too. In the storybook, this-type-of-thing-can't-be-real kinda way."