A day goes by. Two days.
During the middle of third day without him, I determine that Waverly Yorkshire somewhat breaks me. The thought of him eats at me and bothers my core regarding his mysteriousness. I like him as a man, particularly in bed, particularly his bulkiness, but I’m not sure I will ever fully understand him, or see him long-term, unless he continues to open up to me and share more of his secrets with me.
Honestly, he’s a man I can see myself with in the future: a functional boyfriend, a lover, a husband, and someone I can spend the rest of my life with. But if he doesn’t reveal a portion of his daily comings and goings, and the strangeness of his job—his association with the lawyer, Peter Find, and his doings with the shady Russian men, those peculiar meetings in dark corn
