Tabitha doesn’t trust easily. I knew that when I met her. I’ve known that for the five months I’ve been continuing to show up at her house regularly, knowing that she would never let me past the front porch. I know that we’re not going to talk about much, and we’re sure not going to kiss frantically like my brother and Chelsea do. That we’re still leagues away from that. And strangely enough, I’m all right with waiting. Because right now, I’ve earned a bit of Tabitha’s trust, and that feels bigger than any quick, impromptu kiss. It feels important.
Jrrru wooing at a snail's pace because that's what suits Tabitha
