We were in Ada's room. The bed creaked as I shuffled backwards slightly. My back leant against the corner of the room, where the bed met the wall under the window.
Ada was sitting next to me, her head resting on my shoulder.
"Will you tell me," she said lightly. "Will you tell me what you were going to say in the music room earlier?"
"What do you mean?" I said, acting confused. "You know what I was going to say. You said it yourself, remember?"
Her head tilted up to look into my eyes.
"No." A simple statement - not harsh. "I meant," she said with a pause. "What you were actually going to say. Not what I said for you."
I looked away.
"I already said." I said in a huff. "I want you to be happy and I think the best way for that to happen is if you are reunited with your dad. You said it. You know."
"Don't lie to me Evan." She reached up and gently moved my head so that I had no option but to look at her. "Please. I know what I did was wrong," her voice wobbled slightly, but she carried on regardless. "But I'm sorry. I really am."
Tears began to well up in her eyes.
"Please Evan." She finally broke down and started to cry. "Please just tell me what you were really going to say. Please... please... please..." She faded off and stared into my eyes, searching for the answer.
"Ada." I stopped and sighed. "I don't want to tell you like this. It's not right." Blinking back the tears pricking my eyes, I continued. "Don't make me say it now, Ada."
She sat up straight and stood up.
"Fine then." Her voice had hardened, but the tears still ran freely. "I guess I'll just sleep on the couch until you tell me." Sniffing, she went to walk out.
I stood up and caught her arm. Spinning her around to face me, I finally said it.
"Ada. Ada, I love you."
With that, I leaned in to kiss her. Slowly, her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed back.