Chapter 17

When we reach “my” bench, we both stop as if on cue. I face him, look into his eyes. He shows no signs of impatience. No irritation that I still haven’t answered his question. All I see is calmness and contentment.

“Maybe we’re testing our theory?” I say.

He shuffles closer until we’re almost chest to chest, and I can easily lean in and kiss him again. “What do you mean?” he asks.

“Seems we both think we’re not relationship material. But maybe…I’d like to try to disprove that notion with you.”

He hums but doesn’t immediately reply. Instead, he meets my gaze, his eyes and face serious, his grip on my hand as tight as ever. “Why me?”

“Because you’re…different. You seem to like me for who I am, not for someone I could be or because of the potential—” I make quotation marks with my free hand “—I have. You’re kind and funny. Because you make me feel something I’ve never felt before. You make me want to be withsomeone.”