My current identity was merely that of a married, pregnant woman.
As for Wilson, he was the next wave. His prospects were limitless. The gap between our identities was too big, but I knew what that meant.
“I know you like me as a sister. Don’t you? I like you too. I actually think of you as my brother.”
Wilson frowned. He was smart, so he could tell I was trying to evade the topic. Ever since last time, some subtle changes seemed to have taken place between us, and sometimes I found myself immersed in quietly observing Wilson’s side profile.
Compared to Wilson's feelings for me, I seemed to like him a bit more.
“Ciara, you know what I mean. But I show how much I like you by wishing you happiness. Eating your food gives me a homey feeling,” Wilson muttered, his tone full of sincerity.
