“No,” she corrected him. “I mean, yes, it was that day but,” she groaned in his ear. “This is so humiliating.”
“What? Talk to me, chérie.” He implored her to be honest.
“I caught you looking at me,” her voice was barely audible, “you were staring at me and in the moment, I thought maybe you had feelings for me. I thought perhaps you could sense how I felt about you and maybe you were feeling the same thing but then you looked away from me and I thought I’d just imagined it. My only experience with hookers was in the movies where they say not to fall for the guy, and I fell for the guy. I went to the shower to cry it out, not because of Rosamunde, but because I had fallen for you, and I thought it was stupid and hopeless.”
“I had been watching you,” he admitted as he spoke earnestly, “I
