KATE
Marco tried his best to make the rest of our time together cool and easygoing, and I did everything I could to help him out, but deep down I couldn’t help the guilt that constantly kept ramming into me, reminding me that my indecision was impeding on the advancement of our relationship.
By the time he helped me up to my room, I was glad that I could finally get the much-needed space I needed to make a decision and make it properly.
I could feel Aemma stir in my head, a sign that told me she had possibly seen everything that had happened during lunch, his confession… the kiss….
But if she had anything to say about it, she gave no indication whatsoever.
I smiled warmly at Marco when he told me he’d come by in the evening with dinner, and as he walked away, for the hundredth time
