They still humbled him.
“I like hearing it,” he said.
“Then I’ll keep saying it.”
“I don’t know if I can say it back.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I feel something.”
“That belongs to you. Name it when you’re ready.”
His expression softened.
“You’re very patient.”
“I am not.”
“With me.”
“With you, I have learned.”
He leaned forward until his forehead touched mine.
“Was dinner a date?”
“No candles.”
His mouth curved.
“Strict rules.”
“Apparently.”
“Then tomorrow.”
“What happens tomorrow?”
“Another date.”
“Do I get notice?”
“No.”
“Concerning.”
“You like surprises.”
“I do not.”
“You like me.”
“That is true.”
He kissed me.
The contact was sleepy and gentle.
