He turned then and reached for her, tugging her close to him, leaning backwards against the counter and lifting her hands to his chest, holding them against his heartbeat, “Bobbie, do not ask me to stay if you are going to ask me to leave in a few days. My heart,” he tapped his pectoral muscle with her hands, “will not survive losing you again.”
She shook her head at him twisting her lips sadly, “Olivier, all I know is today I realized how much I really want you to stay. For them, for me. I can’t promise I’m not going to get pissed off and lose my mind with you. I mean, as you said when your mother asked for the house across the street, it’s inevitable you’ll piss me off, but today, when it counted, you were there, and I know you will be.” She met his gaze seriously, “but can you promise
