My stomach lurches and then plunges down through the floor. What can Julian possibly mean by that comment. He said it like he was teasing, but there was something about that look on his face that said he meant a lot more than that.
After last night, he can’t possibly think that I’m ready to marry him. He whispered an apology in my ear earlier, asking if we were okay. I had told him yes, but it was neither the time nor the place to tell him that my trust in him had taken a hit. It would take more than flowers and an ‘I’m sorry’ to get that back.
I nibble on the rest of my meal, trying my best not to show that I’m uncomfortable. I still care about Julian, but I’m not ready to even think about something like marriage.
He isn’t either. Julian has let me down time and time again. That sec
