The Single Dad Next Door Loves Me
The question pleased him, and I saw it in the subtle shift of his posture, the way his shoulders eased, the way his gaze softened just enough to suggest that I was moving in the direction he wanted.
“You don’t fight me,” he said, as though the answer was simple, as though it was something to be admired.
The words settled heavily.
“You listen,” he added, stepping closer, reducing the already limited space between us until I could feel the presence of him in a way that made it harder to separate my thoughts from my reactions. “You try to understand things from my perspective instead of deciding I’m wrong.”
I swallowed, forcing myself to nod even though everything inside me resisted the motion,