WESLEY POV
We walked through the park, with Haven deep in thought as she continued to drink her latte. She had both of her hands wrapped around the cup to keep them warm, and I mentally kicked myself for not realizing that it was getting dark and therefore getting cooler outside.
We stopped on the small wooden footbridge and she set her cup on the railing, folding her arms around herself as she leaned against it.
“We can go back to your apartment if you’re cold,” I told her, setting my cup next to hers and reaching out to stroke her arm a little.
“I’m fine,” she replied, and I nodded, but kept my hand on her.
As she stood there, staring out at the stream that ran through the park, I waited for her to be ready to speak to me. I didn’t want to push her. I knew I was slowly gaining her t
