I kept looking down at my shoes as my best guy friend and I walked

I kept looking down at my shoes as my best guy friend and I walked along the field.  My friend lightly grasped my face so that we were starting into each other's eyes.  "Your eyes are pretty" I whispered ,"I never noticed how blue they are." I avoid looking at his face often and decide to dedicate my time towards staring at my feet instead.  I'm not quite sure why I don't like at his face..maybe it's because I'm afraid to see how he'll be looking back at me or that he maybe he'll pick up on the tears that make their way to my eyes as I speak. 
 

"I have to hold your face sweetheart," he whispered back, "because I want you to speak to me and not hide your face or emotions that can be seen in it." I couldn't help but smile.  "And also because I like to look at that beautiful face of yours"
I wish more guys were like him...