His brows pull together in confusion that lingers in his gaze when it finally lands on me before it’s wiped away by love, lust, and wonder. I resist the urge to rise up on my tip toes and kiss him, to whisper that I love him too, that I want this, I want us, because the only thing scarier than realizing that Dr. Banks was right about me feeling like the love of my family is attached directly to what I can do for them, is realizing that Chris’ love isn’t.
