I stood in the shower, my forehead pressed against the slick wall. I always did my best thinking surrounded by hot steam.
I love you. Those three words should have sent a thrill through me. He loved me. He wanted me. But here I was, where I had fled so I didn't have to look him in the eye.
It's not that I didn't care for Rhys and Xander, and they both proved that I could rely on them. I needed them. But I wasn't at the declaration stage.
It was too soon. Two weeks was not enough time to fall in love. In lust? Most definitely. Starting to build a base to form a true, lasting relationship from? Check. But love? Not yet.
I didn't want to break his heart by not returning the sentiment immediately. But I could feel the shift in the atmosphere when the words didn't fall from my lips in r
