Amber didn’t like the distance between her and Lance, and she needed to remember to write that down. She’d been talking to someone through a counseling app, and the therapist had suggested she take note of how she felt about Lance, no matter what it was.
Through her muddled thoughts, she’d realized how much she enjoyed her time with him—and how much more she wanted in a relationship with him.
She’d never done that before, and while she felt strong and brave most of the time, it had taken her almost a week to work up the courage to show up at his house with pastries and a question about church.
That he still hadn’t answered.
“It’s fine,” she said. “I know—”
“Of course I’d like to sit together at church.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “And I think it would be great if you wanted
