Kim’s Story: Part 2

Kim’s stomach did a somersault, churning up all of the butterflies inside, He remembers me after four years?! Kim rolled her eyes at herself, but it seems Connor picked up on it.
“Have I got the wrong person?” He asked, almost disappointed, “Sorry, I could’ve sworn we used to sing together in year 8 Geography.” He turned to walk away and the cat finally gave Kimberley her tongue back.
“I can’t believe you remember me!” She blurted, bashfully, “I mean- Hey, um… Sorry, I just couldn’t be sure it was you.” Lies, Kim thought to herself. But Connor had changed, he was less of a boy, more a man. His shoulders had broadened and it was obvious he worked out. But his eyes were the same: playful and rebellious.
Connor must have caught her checking him out, because he chuckled, blushing slightly. Kimberley may as well have turned into tomato, she went bright red.
“You’ve changed too, Kimbo.” Connor said, laughing as Kimberley grimaced at her childhood nickname.
“Thanks, I think.”
“It was definitely a compliment,” Connor explained, blushing once again.
Woah, hold up, Connor Campbell just complimented me. Kimberley’s internal dialogue was taking over again. “I could give you a few compliments too, Mr. Campbell.” Kim thought aloud.
“You know you actually said that?” Connor asked, his grin practically splitting his face in two.
“I do now, sorry,” Kim’s cheeks flushing with colour, while she tried to keep her cool.
“You sure do blush a lot, Kimbo.” Connor stated, somewhat mockingly.
“It’s a disease,” Kim said, trying to be witty. And failing.
Connor took a step closer, so close that Kimberley could feel his breath on her forehead, He must have grown.
“Infect me,” were Connor’s only words.