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As if it’s possible to go back in the first place.
I’d much rather tell him in person rather than some phone call, but I know it’ll risk Daria’s safety. Though, I’m not sure that’ll be enough to stop him from hiring someone to deal his damage for him.
I don’t like that thought one bit. Still, I can’t keep our relationship hidden forever.
“Everything alright?” Like she knows I’m deep in thought about her, Daria reaches over and taps my hand with her own.
We’re both relaxing in the book-filled room. Hunched over the table, she’s got her language books open. While she studies, I normally relax and help her whenever she needs it.
Seeing as she caught me lost in thought, I must look distracted. I give her a reassuring smile when I notice how worried she looks.
“Yes, just thinking about us is all,” I confess. Loving the way her cheeks burn when I admit the truth, my smile feels more real.
She’s been thinking about it too, I know that for sure. Even though I give her body what it needs, she always gives me this look when I stop myself from going the entire way. One that is full of disappointment.
I need to talk to William as soon as possible.
“Please excuse me.” Moving to stand, I feel her stare trained on me. “I’ll grab us something to snack on. You’ll hardly notice I’m gone.”
Getting a nod in response, I leave the library and pull out my phone the moment I’m alone.
William gave me a number, one to reach him if it’s an emergency. It’s one way to get a hold of him and if he’s going to get pissed off because I want his daughter, I might as well give him another reason to be mad. Abusing the number can’t possibly get me in any more trouble.
Pulling up his contact, I take in a breath before pressing the device to my ear.
Never in my forty years have I felt so nervous before. It’s almost laughable how my heart is immediately picking up speed.
What if he doesn’t give any sort of blessing? What will I do then?
Will he be what stops me from spending the rest of my life with the woman? I don’t like the thought of that one bit.
The call gets picked up after two rings and I hear the panic in his voice. A weight settles at the bottom of my stomach and that is all it takes for me to feel bad for not waiting.
This man loves his daughter. Though, I refuse to believe he loves her more than I do.
“Everything is fine,” I reassure him before I even think about giving any sort of greeting. “Call it a false alarm or whatever you’d like, but I need to get something off my chest.”
Once the panic is gone, William huffs on the other side of the phone. “You can’t scare me like that Idris. What did I—”
“I want to marry Daria.” Interrupting him before he can get his whole lecture out of the way, my brows furrow together. “I’ve fallen for her and I believe she feels the same way.”
Well, I’m confident about her feelings, but I’m happy to spare him the details to prove her case.
The silence on the other end of the call is not very promising. If anything, it fuels making my heart pound more and more.
Then William lets out this long sigh like he’s tired.
“This is why she gave me a whole earful, begging me to let her stay?” More silence creeps in before there’s a shift like he’s moving. “Here I was worried she was causing you a headache.”
“You wouldn’t have to ask, I’d let her stay as long as she wants. Even if that was for the rest of her life.” The seriousness in my voice makes him chuckle. Poor timing because I need him to understand how I feel.
“I figured she would’ve annoyed you to death,” he continues before letting out another sigh. “I thought you’d break her heart by now and she’d want me to get her. I even offered to bring her back to the place I found. It’s a quaint little neighborhood, Idris. Completely different from our old home.”
“Break her heart?” Repeating his words, I scowl at the very thought. “Never. I won’t ever give her a reason to want to leave. I’ll take care of her, just like I have been. William, I love her.”
As soon as the words come out, I feel a weight drop off my shoulders. Three words I’ve been wanting to confess out loud for a very long time and now, I’ve done it. It’s impossible to stuff them back, not like I even want to.
“You hardly know her, Idris. How do you know?” he asks soon after, “she’s made it pretty obvious she feels the same during our last conversation. What in the world has gone on in that home of yours?”
