I like taking care of you.” She averts her gaze. “Don’t.” “Don’t what?” “Make me think this is real.” Her voice drops, and I feel guilty for being responsible for that doubt. “What if I want it to be?” I ask, surprised by my own outburst. “Or what if it has been real between us for a while but I was too stubborn to accept it?” “That’s a lot of what-ifs.” “I only care about one.” I snap her seat belt in place before kissing her temple. “What if we gave this a try?”
