Clara
His fingers play with my hair, and mine absentmindedly trace his arm.
"Clara…" he says suddenly.
"Mmm…"
"When do you want the wedding to be?"
I open my eyes, sitting up a little to look at him.
"Just like that?"
"Yes."
"I thought you had it all planned out," I joke.
"Not this time."
His gaze is serious, honest.
"I want to do it with you… not for you."
That disarms me.
"I don't want to wait too long," he adds. "We've already wasted so much time."
My heart beats a little faster.
"I don't want to wait either…"
"Then let's not."
"But I don't want to rush things either," I say softly.
He nods.
"I understand."
Silence… A comfortable silence… but heavy with something else. Something that's been trying to surface for days… weeks… maybe years. And then… i
