My grin widens. “That’s good.”
“In London.”
My face falls. No.
He grabs my hand over the table, clearly sensing my hurt.
I drop my head. I don’t even know what to say to him. Go. Don’t go. Why?
“I understand why you have pushed me away,” he whispers.
My sad eyes meet his. That makes one of us then.
“I’m in love with you, Adrian.”
My heart does a somersault and we sit still, staring at each other sadly. I have no words – nothing that will make sense, anyway.
“Why are you going then?” I can’t stop myself from asking.
“Because… since I have been back and spent some time with you and your family…”
“They aren’t my family.”
“These people are your family, Adrian.” He squeezes my hand. “They love you.”
I smile sadly.
“I know what you need.”
I frown. “What do I need?”
“You need to be loved wholeheartedly.”
My heart sinks.
“And I can do that.”
What is he saying? I don’t understand.
“But I need more time.”
I feel the lump in my throat start to hurt. He needs more time. Not ‘I love you and I’m staying.’
I nod. “I know.”
We sit still as our silence speaks volumes.
“He was a lucky man,” I whisper. His eyes glaze over. “To have you love him so much.”
“I love you, too. Babe. Please don’t ever forget that.”
“But,” I whisper.
“But I’m not ready to give up his memory yet.”