“I really, really like you!”

Park Sandara's heart thudded painfully so much that even her ears were throbbing with the rush of blood.

Her head was bowed low and her body was stiff as she waited for the reaction of the figure of her confession.

Not that he didn't already know of her feelings.

There was no way that he could not know. Kwon Jiyong may be lax, carefree and, more often than not, in his own world with those personalized doodled items of his—but he was no idiot. He had to know.

She'd been obvious enough the way she grabbed onto any moment she spent with him, but now was the first time she had confessed her true feelings.

“Dara...”

She was brought back to the present, surprised by the gentleness of his voice. He touched her cheek lightly and guided her to an upright position, still touching her. She could barely breathe... was her dream finally coming true?

Ever since Jiyong had utterly humiliated the boy that had broken Dara’s heart a few months ago, he'd been the man of her dreams. The prince in her romantic thoughts… the perfect guy behind the facade of a playboy…

Would he really tell her that he loved her too?

“I'm sorry.”

Ouch. Rejected.

His hand dropped so suddenly that Dara imagined the loss of heat almost as though the door to a cold winter had opened. She forced herself to meet his gaze, expecting a cold glaze.

It was frightening how many times she'd wit