“It’s up to you. But I don’t want you to ever think I’m pushing you into it because of the way I feel.” Lark swallows, her pulse a steady hum in her neck. “And how do you feel?” “You don’t know?” I let my hand fall away from hers. She shakes her head. “Probably not the same as you. Let’s just leave it at that.” “You sure about that?”
