Rowan cleared her throat slightly before speaking again. “Tex?”
“Yeah?”
She hesitated before speaking. “I remember what I said to you last night.”
I continued to stare down at the bed, not daring to look up at her. I knew what she was talking about.
The parking lot.
Her voice shaking.I think I’m falling for you.
The memory hit like a punch to the chest.
“I was in a lot of pain,” she said quietly.
“I know,” I replied.
“I wasn’t really making much sense. I was scared and?—”
“I get it,” I interjected, my tone harder than I meant for it to be. “You don’t need to explain anything. It’s okay, I didn’t take it for anything. You don’t need to worry.”
But it wasn’t okay.
The moment stretched out awkwardly between us, neither of us quite sure what to say next. The silence continued and I tried not to think about how much those words had meant to me.
How much I had replayed them over and over in my head while I had watched her sleeping.
And how much I wanted to hear them again.
Because if I was ever certain of anything in my whole rotten existence, it was this: I was falling in love with Rowan Hale, and I knew she was falling in love with me too.
Even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
