I need you, I need to see you. I want to hold you! Damn it, Tess, why is this taking so long? Why aren’t you reaching out to me?, Con was laying in bed, looking at the celling and thinking of his actions. His actions with no reaction from Tess.
Maybe telling her he loved her instead of acting it cool and leaving her space was a bit too much. But he couldn’t help it. He almost lost her to that crazy guy who broke into her house and was ready to kidnap her. He didn’t have time to lose. But it seemed Tess had all the time in the world to make up her mind.
He could feel it was more than friendship between them. It was more than that. It had to be. He wasn’t the best at recognising love, but he could see her gaze, her reaction to his touch. It couldn’t be fear, she looked frightened alright, but he thought she was afraid of what he meant to her, what she was discovering around him.