She took a breath, then let it out in a shaky laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, Yan, I do."
Her free hand moved up to cover his, pressing his palm against her heart. Her breath became a little ragged all of the sudden, and she felt her pulse jump erratically.
It struck her, suddenly, that even though he seemed so different from her most of the time, so much wiser and more worldly, in many ways he was finding himself in life just as much as she was. Maybe even more so.
"Yan, do you..." She swallowed. When she spoke again, her voice was nearly a whisper. "You know that feeling when you like someone-- really like them-- but there's so much happening, s-so much going on around you, you start to think it must just be the excitement, the adventure, because it would be silly if you felt that way about them, and-- and they'd never look at you that way because you're just too different...?"
She was babbling again. Biting her lip, she peeked up at him through her lashes, shuffling her feet. "That's... For me, that's was this feels like."