Amos let out a slow breath, lowering his head until his forehead rested against hers. “I know.” He drew back, giving her space. “I’m going to court you properly, like you deserve. I’ve got literally all the time in the world.” He offered her a wry smile. Disappointment mingled with relief. She was glad that Amos wasn’t hurt by her reluctance, but a small part of her wanted him to push. It was contradictory and probably unhealthy, but she was so tired of being the one to make decisions all the time.
