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He sat up and patted the same place. “Lie here.”
“Is that your go-to?” he teased.
“Yes. Let’s go.”
“If you weren’t so stubborn.”
He looked at her longingly, his brows furrowing. “I miss you too,” he said quietly, looking down. A scar on his wrist caught his eye and he...
“Can I massage you?”
He looked over at her with a nervous smile.
“Wow. You’re amazing,” she said, looking up at him and kissing just under his jaw.
She laughed again, turning to lie next to him instead, her head resting on his arm. “This could have all been avoided.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Please don’t apologize. It’s my head. I can’t be logical about you anymore. It’s not you.”
“Much. Thank you, Av.”
He looked around nervously before nodding slowly. “Okay...”
“This... you got a reservation here?”
“It’s not my fault.”
He said nothing, looking down st the ground. When he spoke again, there was a slight edge of humor, but it was thinly masking a deep sadness. “If...
He flushed again, looking up at her. “I love you too.”
“I think... I think I like you too? If that’s alright?”
She flushed slightly, taking his hand with a nod of thanks.
“It definitely is,” she said with a grin, pulling back to look at him. “I hate your ghostly attributes.”
He glanced at her, looking very worried. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just miss you so much, and I’m trying to figure this all out.”
