15 Chapter 15

Knowing next to nothing about baking or cooking in general, I nodded. “I can imagine that being hard to perfect.” A prolonged silence settled over us and I decided to broach the subject as lightly as possible, my voice steady but my nerves faltering. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

She sighed, putting her glass on the coffee table and reaching for one of my hands in my lap, before curling her fingers around mine. I absently worried about how sweaty they were, but she didn’t acknowledge my perspiration.

“I wanted to talk about what you wanted with me, if anything,” she said, holding my eyes. I dropped my gaze out of fear, staring hard at the fingers around my hand.

“It doesn’t matter what I want. What doyou want?” There was a short pause, the quiet of her living room loud in the wake of my question.

“I want you. I want to be with you,” she said, the sincerity in her voice causing me to raise my eyes to hers once more.

“Really?” I murmured, my voice cracking.