Francesca looked down at her lap and ran her fingers across the soft hem of her shorts absentmindedly. The silk felt cool and smooth - the shorts were her favorite loungewear in this kind of weather precisely because of that. They were practical and comfortable but they were also elegant and the deep dusty-lilac shade complimented her skin tone exquisitely.
She was fixated on the fabric because she did not want to look Jonas in the eyes.
“Did you just tell me you might have a daughter to try and get me to open up to you?”
Jonas reached over and took her hand in his, but she still stared down at her lap rather than looking at him.
“No. I told you because it was relevant to our conversation and I wanted you to know that if I seem to be distracted or to have things on my mind, it is not b
