“I know we barely know one another, but it’s what I feel in my heart, and it doesn’t feel wrong to say it.” His lips brush against mine. “I don’t expect you to say it back. Not yet.” He places his palm over my heart. “You’ve been hurt, and you don’t trust easily for good reason. I know it’ll take time, and I’m okay with that. Just open your heart and give in to the possibility. That’s all I ask. Don’t shut me out or discount what we share
