He smiled, but it looked pained. “I would never force you to come back with me. If what you want is here…” he squeezed my hand and shook his head. “Promise me you’ll try.” He looked down at my lips and then immediately looked back at my eyes.
I took a deep breath. “Okay.”
The smile that broke over his face was real this time. “Okay.” He dropped my hand. “First up, waffles. Homemade Eggo waffles.”
I laughed. “Are they homemade or are they Eggo waffles?” I sat down at the kitchen island.
He grabbed two plates and brought them over. “Well, I toasted them. They may be slightly freezer burnt because we haven’t been here in awhile. But I’m sure they’re fine.”
“You really know how to woo a girl.”
He put his elbows on the counter and leaned forward. “You have no idea.”
The way he said it was suggestive enough. But then his eyes gravitated to my lips again. And God, I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. I remembered what it was like to be kissed by him and there was no better feeling in the world. Ilooked down at my waffle. No, I didn’t remember. I had dreamed of it. There was a huge difference.
I took a huge bite of my waffle and kept my eyes glued to my plate. I didn’t deserve the way he looked at me. Because it didn’t matter how today went. Tonight, I’d tell him about my surgery. I’d tell him it was best he moved on. And we’d part ways forever.
