“You didn’t know he was going to come by, nothing to be sorry for.”
“There is. That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry for this and for the past, for everything. You’re not the kind of woman you keep secret. You never were. I never wanted you to be, and I don’t want that now.”
She searches my eyes. “Me neither.”
“I don’t want to push my luck with you, Jia. We’re intense when we’re together, but I won’t forget that I was the one who screwed up once before. So, on day thirty, if you decide you want to be with me, I’ll tell him. Although I have to say there might be a chance that he already knows.”
She bites the inside of her lip but doesn’t look like her father knowing about us would be the worst thing in the world.
“Really?”
“Yeah. It was just this look he got in his eyes. If he does, how would you feel about that?”
“It… doesn’t bother me, Paul. This time is for you and me. Nobody else.” She nods. That sounds like music to my ears. I plant a kiss on her forehead.
“You and me,” I breathe against her honey scent.
The two of us are a nice thought. I hope it happens. We’re nearly at the halfway mark, and these have been the best days of my life.
The best. Though I hope better is yet to come.