The slow exhale from Diarmid made Lita think of balloons losing air.
“Lita, look at me.”
She turned her face from the fire and met his eyes. They were blue and shiny and focused on her with intensity.
“Are you sure you’re not simply saying this because yesterday scared you?”
“Oh, I’m definitely saying it because yesterday scared me. Terrified me. I wanted to say it Sunday and I was too cowardly to. Having almost lost you yesterday, I don’t want to spend any more time pretending not to feel what I’m feeling.”
“Come here,” he motioned for her to join him on the floor.
He stretched his long legs out and rested his back against the sofa and had her straddle him. “You never have to worry about telling me how you feel. Ever. I never want you to be afraid to talk to me Lita. I want to know
