~Evric's POV~
After I ate his truly delicious, comforting meal, and after the plates were cleared, I started looking for the right moment. The comfortable silence of the night made the task seem impossible.
I needed to tell him that his father reached out to me.
I tried to start three times. Once, I opened my mouth to say, "Babe, there's something I have to tell—" but he immediately interrupted me with a soft, content sigh, leaning his head on my shoulder.
The second time, I cleared my throat, ready to breach the subject, but he turned and gave me a long, lingering kiss, a slow, gentle expression of his gratitude for the day. That derailed my serious thoughts completely.
The third time, I just ran my thumb over the curve of his cheek instead. The words felt too harsh for this domestic, peaceful atmosphere. I couldn't shatter his happiness.
