Phoebe's POV
I turned my head toward Perry, giving him a questioning look. I shook my head, but then a thought flickered through my mind. He caught it immediately.
"What place do you want to visit?" His hand reached out, fingers brushing through my curls. The touch seemed automatic, like he couldn't stop himself. "Tell me."
I could see he remembered our previous conversation. He wanted to make this a routine—taking me to places I dreamed of seeing.
I pressed my lips together and shook my head again, but I didn't push his hand away from my hair.
Suddenly, he pulled back and stood up, grabbing paper and a pen from across the room. He placed them in front of me.
"Write down every place you want to visit. We'll go once a month." Then he walked out, leaving me alone.
I stared at the closed door, still clutching the paper and pen.
Places I wanted to visit?
