Jensen was tied together with a smile, a smile so weak that teetered on the edge of breaking apart. All I wanted to do in that moment was pull him into a hug, to make him smile fully again like he did when he really meant it. His fingers tickled the surface of my palm, searching for comfort.
“Say something,” Jensen rasped, his fingers interlacing with mine. He seemed desperate to gain a reaction about what he’d just said – one I wanted to give but didn’t know how.
“You don’t have to be. It’s not your fault.”
“Yeah but I forced you into telling me when I should have just minded my own business.”
“No.” He shook his head. “You have no idea how good I feel about telling you this. It’s been weighing me down for years.” Then with a pause, he went on to say, “Were you mad? When I left without as much as a word, were you angry with me because of it?” I opened my mouth to say something but he stopped me. “I know you have other reasons to hold a grudge against me.” Reaching out, he tucked my hair behind my ear, resting his palm against my cheek as he stared right into my eyes, making my toes curl. “But were you mad about this?”
I felt breathless, my heart pounding so fast. “A little.”
Jensen smiled, as if he’d heard exactly what he needed to. “Well, I apologize from the bottom of my heart for it.” His gaze dropped down to my lips.
“I accept your apology,” I murmured. I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me and I was okay if he hadn’t. Because he was moving towards me, ever so slowly and I closed my eyes, waiting-
“Tea party’s over!”