I giggle. “This isn’t about the stupid drinks, Elias.”
“What is it about, then, for Christ’s sake? Speak English.”
“I want you to stop being defensive with me.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” I whisper as I hold his hand in mine. “So are you.”
“I know I am, because I feel like you will walk all over me if I’m not.” His brow furrows. “I would never walk all over you.”
“Not purposely.”
He clenches his jaw, and I know that’s exactly how it is.
“I just want the guy I met on the plane. The one who let himself go.” His eyes hold mine. “I don’t know how to be that guy all the time, Em. It’s a very small part of my personality.”
“Then just save that small part for me,” I breathe.
A soft smile crosses his face as he watches me, and he sips his drink. “What was so good about that guy on the pl
