“Okay.” He folded his arms across his chest, his dress shirt straining over his biceps.
Not going to give me an inch, huh?“I hate the way we’ve been since last Friday night. I realize that it’s basically my fault—”
“Do you?” He threw his hands in the air with a snort. “With the way you’ve been acting, I was beginning to think you blamed me for everything, including world hunger.”
“No, never that.” She had to look down. “It’s just my insecurities rearing their ugly heads, I suppose. You’re too good for me, and I want you to be happy above all. I know you think I would make you happy, but I wouldn’t. Not long-term, Davis.”
She didn’t realize she was crying until he wiped at her cheek. “Luna, all I know is that we’ve been scared to try for years. I love the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth. I love the way I feel when we’re together. I’m getting the chance to make my mark in the world, and I want you by my side while I do it.”
He won’t be marrying a gold digger like you, mark my words.Luna bit her lip as Sophia’s words came to the forefront of her mind. “Davis.” She shook her head, realizing there was nothing to say. “Show me what you’re working on in this great big office.”
Davis studied her for a good long time, until she squirmed and wondered what he thought about. Finally, he gestured to the guest chair across from his desk. “You might as well sit, and we can talk about it.”
The tightness in her chest didn’t dissipate in his presence. It intensified, and she knew it was because he’d essentially declared himself once more, and she’d ignored it yet again.
