He grabbed my hand, “Of what, love?”
I turned to him, my vision blurry. “What if we ruin everything? What if… what if we…” I just let it end there.
“Look at me, Sav.” He urged.
I did.
“I hate when we argue— which we rarely even do. I hate when we fight. But most of all, I hate seeing you sad. If it bothers you so much… if you didn't like what we did as much as I did, then we'll never do it again. We'll genuinely forget it happened. Is that okay?”
I shook my head, feeling pathetic at the fact that he was being clear headed and I was a mess.
“I didn't hate it, Roman. I… I liked it too.” I struggled to not meet his eye.
He smiled. Like, really smiled. Then pulled me into a hug. “Then what's the problem?”
“I don't want to lose you.” I admitted.
His smile faltered, then his v
