Silvia Davis POV
"So, what do you want to drink, Sil? I can bring it in the car. You just sit here and tell me whatever you're feeling," Alex asked, as the car stopped in front of the small drinks shop.
"A cold coffee. I would love to have it," I replied, my eyes and nose still burning from earlier.
I really would love that cold coffee.
He nodded and got out of the car, heading towards the shop.
I watched his back, pondering on how his mother had hurt him. But the way he vowed never to hurt me like she did, or to be a better version of himself, spoke volumes.
I could sense his pain, which made me aware of his vulnerability. And I'm grateful that he's willing to be vulnerable with me; it's not just me anymore.
At least he's trying to open up to me, and I'm glad he did because I feel
