Anthony stared at the slight tremors that ran through Naledi’s hands. He had a moment of déja vu. This felt too much like that moment when he’d been standing in the kitchen back home staring down at her, his heart pounding in his chest as she rejected him. She had looked lost back then too, like she wasn’t sure of herself as if the world was pushing her into something she didn’t want to engage in. And he had pushed her, selfishly wanting what he wanted.
Anthony stared at her. If he wanted her, he couldn’t push her. He had to be patient, until she saw that they belonged together no matter what the world out there said.
“What do I want from you? I want…” Anthony begun. He paused trying to gather his thoughts.
Don’t push her away, he said to himself. “I want to be able to touch you, hold
