When Sam was done speaking, Anne looked down to where he was holding her hand and felt even worse, if that were possible. He'd called her 'sweetheart' and been gentle and she felt like the worst goddess in the world. Being vindictive, while she had been in the past, seemed so foreign when it came to Sam.
"I'll be twenty-two," she murmured quietly, partially interrupting him while he spoke about her age, but looked up at him when he talked about liking her. "You want people to know?
With her free hand, she wiped at her cheeks. "Sam, I-" Her breath hitched and yet another tear fell, guilt returning. Unable to tell another lie, she confessed all. "I'm falling in love with you."