CHAPTER 14

I pack boxes all day on Saturday and when the sun sets, he offers to take me to dinner as a thank you. It’s a sweet gesture and one I hope will lead to more romance, but I can feel that it’s also his way of evening out the score and letting me know he will do the rest himself.

Our conversation at dinner is neutral, Savannah news and weather, but I touch him a lot and he starts to loosen up. He holds my hand as we leave the restaurant. He puts his arm across my shoulders and pulls me close when we’re blasted by a chilly breeze. There’s a spark there, I can feel it, but unlike him, I can’t turn it off.

Back at his place, parked in his driveway he hesitates. We sit in silence and I feel like he’s waiting for me to do something but I don’t know what. Is he waiting for me to announce that I’m going home? Because that’s not happening. I can feel his reluctance but it only makes me want to work harder, to show him how great we could be together.