“Irene, look at me,” he asked softly, no trace of anger left in his voice.
She blinked rapidly before turning around, hoping her face was clear of the overwhelming emotions she was suddenly enveloped by.
But Brenden saw everything. He reached forward to brush her cheek with his thumb, sighing quietly. “I’m not trying to upset you, Irene,” he said gently. “I simply can’t figure out what the hell you’re thinking.”
She shook her head, staring at the floor. “I don’t know what I’m thinking either,” she admitted.
“I’m glad I’m not the only one,” he joked lightly.
She managed to keep the tears at bay, but her nose was beginning to run. She tried to refrain from sniffling so that she didn’t broadcast what a confused mess she was.
“You said you liked me the other day,” he continued, his hand
