Dane
Dane's heart sank as he caught the wariness and fear in her. He knew he'd been so hard on her, so up and down. She didn't trust him right now. And it was his fault.
"I—" his throat caught and he swallowed. She didn't look away. "I'm glad you're here. I admire you, too. I don't think anyone else could have weathered the storm of this week. And I'm…I'm just glad you're here."
There was a moment. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes got wider. He could see her breathing quicken and he realized how close he was sitting. He leaned in, so slowly. Was he going to do this? Would he break every rule?
Could he do anything else?
Then she shrank back, leaned away, and he remembered how she'd done that in the stairwell too.
She never backed away from him, it's part of what he loved about her. But now she'd done it twice.
