Johnny caught her hand and held it, pulling it to his chest. She was serious, and he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was not how he’d seen it go in his head. And this certainly was not the conversation that he’d imagined they’d have once he revealed his feelings to her.
“You won’t. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” He promised. And he meant it. “Everything that we’ve been through, all of this, even living together, it’s all made me realize what you mean to me.”
The frustration was creeping back in, but now it had a different source. This was not a time for over rationalizing, or for being careful. They had come past that point together. Or so he’d felt. He wished he could know why she was doing this. He heard what she was saying, and he understood the words. He just didn’t get it. Which could have been more of his own stubbornness shining through.
“This.” He used his free hand to gesture between them. “This is right, Mary.”