On day three, their day started exactly the same way. They had breakfast with her parents. Worked on some things until lunch and had lunch with his family. It was while they were on their walk that Tasha felt the tension start to grow, and she couldn’t see why.
“Is everything okay?” She frowned, noting the far-off look in his eyes. He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets before looking at her.
“I’m struggling a little.” She noted the slight tinge on his cheeks which was also strange.
“Tell me. Maybe I can help.” She looked ahead in the hopes that it would make him feel a little more comfortable to tell her. She felt him look at her for only a moment before he looked ahead of him again, and they kept walking.
“I don’t want to push you. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring
