Like admit you’re still in love with her? “Like what?”
“Try to fuck you in that bathroom.”
My nose scrunches in distaste.
“Baby, that hurts.”
“Not in a bathroom.”
“Right here.” He motions to the blanket again.
“When we get in.”
“You sure you can wait that long?”
Hell no. I offer him a coy smile anyway.
He laughs. “That’s bullshit.”
“Maybe.” I drop my cup on his tray. Slink into my seat and rest my head on his shoulder.
He runs his fingers through my hair. “I tell you how proud of you I am?”
“Once or twice.”
“I’m being obnoxious, huh?”
“No. It’s sweet.” My eyelids press together. Being with him, doing nothing, feels so right. Why can’t it always be this easy? “But I’m terrified.”
“That’s normal.”
“I hate that I won’t see you every day.”
“You can.”
“Every single day?”
“Of course.”
“You move fast for a guy who isn’t over his ex.”
“Leigh.”
“You know what I mean.”
Frustration drips into his voice. “No. I don’t. You’re my favorite person in the world.” He leans down. Presses his lips to my forehead. “When
I think about losing you… it makes me sick. It steals my oxygen. I need you, Leigh.”
I love you. Tell me you love me. Please. I need to know. I need to feel it.
The words climb into my throat.
But I swallow them down.
I can’t say that yet.
Not until this is over.