Eleanor was clueless about what to speak as she sipped on her wine and refrained from meeting his eye. She was conscious and conflicted. Ever since the day they kissed, she had played the moment over and over again inside her head but could never find the courage to actually talk to him about it. She knew that her silence wasn’t fair to him but she saw no other way; it was difficult for her to open up.
He took in a deep breath and knowing that she wasn’t going to begin, he decided to take the lead.
“Elle, I have to say,” he breathed, “I am a bit worried that my actions the other day might have felt intrusive to you. Say the word and I will leave, right this moment, if I made you uncomfortable.”
That was when she looked up with slightly widened eyes as she met his gaze. Her honey orbs s
