Chapter 6- Loving Her Isn’t Easy

Not the comfortable kind of quiet they had started sharing, where they could sit together without feeling the need to fill every second with conversation. This was different.

He was sitting across from her at a small candlelit table, one hand resting beside his glass of water while the other scrolled through something on his phone. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair, and the sleeves of his black shirt were rolled neatly to his elbows, exposing the tattoos that covered his forearms.