Whisper

Seeing Misty's smile on her face and in her eyes, Kyle knows that she had received his message loud and clear. Both had been taken by surprise, but both wanted to test the waters together. Kyle did like her, and after spending so much time with her lately, he couldn't help the feeling that being something more could be appealing. As long as she was willing too, what could they lose? They could only gain.

Kyle squeezes Misty's hand back, glad that she'd liked the song, and glad that she'd understood what he'd been trying to say. But as she states the assumption of the singer, he suddenly tenses, the blood rushing to his face. He hadn't intended on her recognizing that. No one else would have.

He swallows hard and just stares at her, knowing that he was giving her a dear in the headlights look, but unable to help it. Desperate to get his point across quickly, he dares once to break orders. A hoarse whisper comes out, just audible enough to understand, though it has to be forced. "Don't tell anyone?"

His gaze drops. He didn't want to put a damper on things so quickly after they'd been so good. But this was important. He forces out a smile, trying to cover up the desperation, and moves toward the car, wanting to stop the CD as the next song comes on.