Chapter 11
I came back to the living room with a glass of water. “You sure you’re not hungry? I could make something for us.” We’d returned from Cameron’s place a few minutes ago. It was late.
“No, come here.” Davinder patted the empty space beside him on the couch. “I want to say a few things to you.”
“What?” I asked innocently. I sat at his side, but turned to face him, our knees touching now.
“Allan.” He stopped my hands, holding them firmly. “When you left me—” But then he stopped, holding something back from me.
“What is it?” I moved closer to him still. “Tell me…”
“No,” he said quietly, “I don’t want to discuss the past, okay? That’s not the point, but I need to let you know that if you…if we—”
I interrupted him with a kiss. “I know what you want to say, and I understand.”
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