“Relationships like this are built on honesty and trust. If you don’t trust me-trust me to know how I’m affecting you, how far I can go with you, how far I can take you-if you can’t be honest with me, then we really can’t do this.”
I stare down at my hands, as I knot my fingers together. Suddenly I feel emotional. He’s leaving. Reaching over, he takes one of my hands and slowly pulls it to his mouth, tenderly kissing the back of my hand, such an old fashioned, sweet gesture. My heart leaps into my mouth. “Thank you for this weekend, Anastasia. It’s been… the best. Wednesday? I’ll pick you up from work, from wherever?” he says softly.