“When you walk away in the middle of a conversation, I get really frustrated.”
After a moment, he nods. “Okay. I won’t do that again.”
Encouraged, I keep talking. “And when you shut down and don’t tell me what you’re thinking, I get confused. You’re very intense in some ways, very communicative and open and right in my face, but other times you seem like you’re hiding from me.”
I pause to think again. Then I venture, “Like maybe you’re worried how I’ll react if I get to know the real you?”
He kisses me, brushing his lips against mine with a tenderness that makes my chest ache.
Then he murmurs, “What I’m worried about is giving my heart away to a woman who’s still wearing a wedding ring.”
The sadness in his voice makes my heart flip-flop. I whisper, “Oh, Aidan. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t
