“I like you, Tom,” she began. “I like you… but…”
He felt like his heart had been crushed. The weight on his chest was making it hard to breath and he struggled to maintain his composure. He would not cry in front of her.
He would not cry, he told himself again as he squeezed his lids together tightly for a moment.
A single tear trickled down his face, but Jennie didn’t notice.
“What about last year?” he asked her.
“What about last year?!” she replied. “Tom, we were drunk, these things happen.” She turned her face away from him, but he’d seen that look; she was trying to deny something.
He took the opportunity.
“Jennie, I KNOW you feel something. I’ve seen it in the way you look at me and I’m not kidding when I say that both of us know that we felt something the day we met.”
She spun around. “What the hell do you want me to say, Tom?!” she demanded. “What do you want from me?!”
Tom was shocked. He’d never seen her so emotional and yet at the same time, he was secretly thrilled to know that his questions had struck a chord.
But she was right. What DID he want from her? He let out a huge breath.
“I want,” he began. “I want a relationship,” he whispered.
Jennie took a step forward towards him and reached out a hand to pull him closer.
“What did you say?” she asked him. “I didn’t hear what you said.”
“I want a relationship,” he repeated, louder this time, more sure of himself.
This was it. He knew it. He wanted more and damn it, he was not letting go without a fight. Ken was totally unreliable and both he and she knew it. He would never be what she wanted him to be; what she needed him to be. Tom didn’t want to have to pick up the pieces of her broken heart yet again.
“So do I,” Jennie said quietly.
And then she kissed him.