#Chapter7
VEGAS
Reliving the past
He looked up. A red spot had formed on his olive skin where his forehead had rested on his knees. I want to smooth it away and the worry in his furrowed brow.
/"I don’t want to scare you off, Vegas. Why don’t you ask me that question another time?/"
I made an exaggerated pout with my lips. Jae fixed his gaze on them as he spoke. /"I hope you’ll allow me to show you how much I like you. I hope that in time, I’ll be able to say what I want. Deal?/" He met my eyes. The worry (of rejection?) still lingered in them.
I wasn’t quite ready to make that deal, but I trusted Jae enough to continue with my story... after taking another sip of wine.