Oddly, her dad had been easier to find than he'd expected, but he wasn't going to tell her that. It just sounded weird. So he just shrugged and leaned into her touch, just slightly. It felt good, he'd be lying if he said otherwise. And he wanted it. There was no denying it any longer.
"Oh, I'm sure there were better gifts along the way," he said airily, as if he hadn't just brought her to tears. Happy tears, he thought, or mostly, anyway. "I just...I wanted you to have some memories here, you know? I mean, now you can make your own, you've got all the makings of a great photographer. But this...you can't. Not really. And don't you dare apologize for that game," he scolded. "It's perfect. It's...well, it's us."
And then she was apologizing for something else entirely and Connor's own cheeks turned pink as he realized he hadn't pulled away from her yet. And he still didn't as he gently played with the ends of her hair. "I only wanted to wait so I knew I wouldn't lose my nerve," he said quietly, looking her over. His eyes searched hers for a moment and then he released a slow breath. "I wanted to, Kim. Badly. I want...a lot of things." He wanted her. All of her. If she'd still have him after everything he'd put her through. But forming those words was a lot harder than he thought. She was everything he wasn't, he was bound to be intimidated.