Dylan's eyes met hers, and hope fluttered in his chest. "Do you really mean it?" he asked, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Ava nodded. "I've been thinking... maybe trying again wouldn't be so bad. But I need to take things slow. Don't pressure me into marriage. Promise me that."
Relief and joy mingled on his face as he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against hers before intertwining. "The fact that you're willing to give us another chance means everything to me. Take all the time you need—I'll wait as long as it takes. Forever, if I have to."
Ava felt her defenses faltering. For the first time in a long while, she saw a glimpse of the man she had once loved so deeply in his eyes. Her heart betrayed her, quickening its pace.
Dylan's hand moved to her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her skin. "Thank you," he murmured, leaning over to kiss her.