I'm leaning on the Cupid statue in the middle of the maze, playing with the hem of my skirt when I hear footsteps. I check my watch and smile, then focus my eyes ahead of me until they catch Christopher who comes into view from the walls of green.
Thirteen minutes was all it took for him to be here, meaning he's been anticipating this moment. What a loser.
I push away from the statue when he opens his arms and walk into them, resting my head on his chest. His arms settles on my waist, his thumbs drawing circles on me as he pushes back slightly, just enough to scan my face.
"What's wrong, beautiful?" He asks softly.
I tilt my head up, wanting to skip the question and just get on with it, but the genuine care in his eyes, the way he looks at me like the way Oliver looks at Madison, shift
