Hey guys! This is the last chapter, although there will be an epilogue. I had so much fun writing this story, and it surprised me how much support I got. This is the first piece of writing that's not for school that I've ever shown to somebody, so this is big for me. Thank you so much, guys. You have inspired and encouraged me in ways you cannot imagine.

As for this chapter, I thought it would be bigger, but it's quite short. Still, I hope you enjoy.

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Tam Song

When Biana asked me to stay, at first my heart raced, thinking of all the possibilities why she would ask such a thing.

But it turned out to be way more awkward than expected.

Still, it was worth it when Biana continually blushed as I fed her because her wrist hurt after landing on the concrete. The pink on her cheeks really compliments her eyes...

And now I'm staring at her. Great.

I help Biana finish the last sip of the butternut squash soup I had made while she was sleeping, and set the bowl down on the table next to the guest bedroom's mattress.

"Thanks," Biana smiles sheepishly. "You really shouldn't have done all this for me."

I smile. "Don't mention it. You deserve it. Plus, I called Fitz. He should be here in about 45 minutes or so."

"Oh." Biana looks almost crestfallen, I observe. Huh. That's weird. 

"You should...probably get changed." I say. It's my turn to blush, now, but luckily Linh, who pops her head in the doorway, saves me from explaining where her dress went after it got soaked.

"You can wear some of my clothes!" Linh says perkily, holding up a striped sundress and jean shorts. 

"Thanks," Biana smiles weakly. "But I'm not sure I'm strong enough to--"

"It's fine!" Linh interrupts. "I'll help you! Tam, shoo!"

I blush again, and leave the room, waiting awkwardly outside, and cringing at the grunts from Biana and the nervous are you okay? s from Linh. It seems like hours before Biana steps out of the room.

She looks even better than she did yesterday, because now she's smiling, instead of looking somber while holding hands with that jerk Adam.  

A rosy gloss is spread over Biana's lips, and her teal eyes are sparkling as always. The blue striped sundress is tied with bows at her shoulders, and matches the headband holding back her curls.

"Stop staring, Tam." Linh grins. "Anyway, I should leave you two alone."

Staring again, I think. But at least Linh is finally gone.

Alone with Biana, standing awkwardly, I find myself blurting out a string of words I'm sure to regret later. "You look beautiful."

Biana's cheeks turn pink again, and all of a sudden I get déjà vu. I can remember it clearly, the hesitation, the wonder, the stress mingling in the air when I told her I liked her. Too soon. Not when we had just met.

And now I've known Biana for a week and things between us are not the same as when we were practically unknown to each other. Too soon. Not now.

I shift my feet and look away. I keep ignoring my feelings, but if not now, then when? Never? Are things between us going to stay as awkward as this forever? Am I always going to be bottled up like this around her? I'd rather go back in time and fix this mistake I've made, falling in love with the girl I barely know.

Biana breaks the silence between us before it can get to the point where I'd end up saying something stupid. "Tam, I really, really need to tell you something."

I don't meet her gaze, thinking that if I do, my thoughts will go there again. Still, I can't help feeling the tiniest bit curious. "What?"

Biana inches forward, and my palms become sweaty. What is happening?

"I'm sorry," Biana whispers shakily, her face seeming just centimeters away from mine. "I should've told you sooner, Tam. But it's so long since I've felt this...I didn't know what to do."

I bite my lip nervously as Biana goes on. "Tam, I met you a week ago. You told secrets to a stranger. But your not a stranger to me anymore, Tam. You're special. I wish I tol-"

I realize what she's saying, although it can't  be possible. It can't be happening. But it is happening, and I remember what I should've done a week ago.

I cup Biana's face gently before she can say any more, and our lips meet at last.

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