"It's a futile encouragement because I'll never."
I found myself saying that, but all I could think about was Talia's revelation about him tending to me in my time of illness. I have thought through it all the way here, but there's nothing that could tie an ulterior motive to it.
Then why?
"Why?" I voiced.
Drevon tipped his head in question.
"Why did you take care of me?" I asked.
He pulled me close, and like a feather, I fell into his arms, holding tightly when I thought I would fall. I felt my feet come off the floor, and my butt met the surface.
How did we get to the table so fast?
Drevon rested his hands on my sides and leaned down to me. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. After all, you don't trust me."
"There's no harm in trying," I replied, trying to ignore how close we were.
He reached for the hairpin holding my hair in place. "Have I told you how beautiful you look today?"
"N-No."
