“You’re falling for him, aren’t you?”
“I have fallen.” I laugh. “I’m gone over the edge and there’s no coming back.”
“Good.” She pushes to her feet. “With any luck, I’ll be the next one to fall in love.”
“I heardthat you brought a book to the clinic for Cooper.” I rest my head against his right shoulder.
“Office gossip?” Sebastian cocks a dark brow.
I blink. “What do you think?”
His hand cups my cheek. “I think I want to stay in this apartment with you forever. Can you make that happen?”
I nod my chin in the direction of the kitchen. “You’ll find a hammer and a package of nails under the sink. Put your big muscles to good use and nail the door shut.”
He flexes his left arm under the T-shirt he’s wearing. “These muscles?”
“Jesus,” I whisper.
His tongue strokes his bottom lip. “I’ve missed you, Matilda. It’s been hell not seeing you for days.”
It’s been hell for me too.
Every day that we’re apart, my heart aches.
I need to tell this man how I feel, but there’s still this nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that I’ll scare him away if I bring up theLword.
Love.
I need to do it soon though. My heart is about to burst open.
“I have a day off on Thursday.” My gaze holds his. “Tell me that you do too.”
He brushes a strand of my hair back from my cheek before he kisses me softly. “I do, Matilda, but…”
“But?” I almost scream that I don’t care what it is. I want this man to myself for more than an hour or two at a time. I want to have a chance to tell him that I’m in love with him without him rushing out the door.
“I have somewhere I need to be.”
Somewhere that isn’t with me.
“Where?” I ask because I’m on the cusp of begging him to spend Thursday with me.
He closes his eyes and rubs his forehead. “Trust me when I tell you that if I could cancel it, I would, but I can’t. It’s been in the works for months.”
“Is it work related?” I press as I tug on the bottom hem of my white T-shirt.
“It’s related to my future.” The pad of his thumb skims over my bottom lip. “You’ve helped me see that anything is possible.”
I love knowing that and I want it to be true.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
“Can you give me one more hint about where you’ll be on Thursday?” I nip his thumb between my teeth.
He pulls it back and sucks on it. “I’ll give you a hint of where I’ll be in two minutes.”
I laugh. “You’ll be right here beside me.”
