I didn’t say anything more, but neither did Spencer. He just kept looking at me. Finally I sighed heavily and said, “We, you know, got off to a bad start. And then things were better, but you never said we were going to be anything more. And last time I assumed we were going to be more, you did what you did, and I wasn’t going to go through that again. I couldn’t let myself.”
I didn’t mean for it to come out accusingly, but it certainly sounded that way; I didn’t do anything to try to fix it. I was hurt and confused, and he wasn’t talking. What was I supposed to think?
“Yeah,” he said, “okay. Our history isn’t the greatest. So I’m just gonna lay out what I want, all right? And then you do the same.” He waited for my nod before he continued. “I want you. All the time. I want you to be mine, I want to date just you. Only I want to stop this dance we’ve been doing and just be together.”
“Really?” My surprise was evident in my tone.