Dylan lowers his gaze for a moment before answering.
“It's not that I don't understand... it's just discomfort. And...” he pauses for a second, running a hand through his hair, “a bit of jealousy, I must admit.”
I let out a sigh. No matter how hard I try, my relationship with Dylan won't be as simple as I thought.
“There's no reason for jealousy. We're mature adults, and I trust you. I hope you trust me too.”
He nods with a sigh, as if processing my words. I know he understands the logic behind them, but that doesn't mean his feelings will disappear overnight.
“It's not a lack of trust, Michelle,” he admits in a low voice. “It's fear.”
I frown and take his hand, intertwining my fingers with his to feel connected.
“Fear?”
He looks up, and in his eyes, I see something deeper than jus
