I shifted to look at him properly. "So what do we do now?"
"What do you mean?"
"We can't pretend tonight never happened."
His eyes narrowed. "I have no desire to pretend."
“Neither do I, but we have to figure out the logistics.”
He sighed and ran his hand through my hair. “Right.”
“About the resignation letter...”
“I want you to rescind it immediately,” he said firmly.
“Riven, are you sure?”
“Please don't resign yet. Don't leave because of this.” He laced his fingers through mine. “We will figure this out together as a team.”
“What about the offer from August?”
“Do you really want to take that job?”
“No. I want to stay at Obsidian with you.”
“Then you should stay exactly where you are.”
“It's not that simple. There are hospital policies about staff relationships. We work together on almost every single case.”
“Then we will simply follow the established rules. We will disclose the situation to HR and do whatever is necessary to make this work properly.”
“You make it sound much easier than it will be.”
"It won't be easy, but it'll be worth it." He cupped my face. "You're worth it, Mireya."
My throat tightened. “What if we mess this up?”
“Then we’ll find a way to fix it.”
"What if working together complicates our personal life?"
"Our lives are already complicated. We'll manage."
"What if Emma gets too attached and we don't work out?"
"Emma's already deeply attached to you. She'll survive whatever happens." He stroked my cheek with his thumb. "Stop searching for reasons this can't work."
"I'm not trying to?—"
"You are. You're scared. I understand that because I'm scared too." He traced my lower lip. "But I'm more afraid of not trying at all."
I leaned in and kissed him softly. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
"Okay, we'll try. We'll figure it out."
He smiled. "That's all I'm asking."
