"Incredibly deep." He sets his spoon down, slides his arms around me, and pulls me onto his lap.
There's all this trust in his eyes. I want all of it. I want to deserve all of it.
"I feel greedy as fuck."
"Are you about to steal my ice cream?"
He shakes his head. "Taking all your help. Monopolizing the conversation."
"I'm glad to help. And listen."
"Still." He stares up at me. "You're thinking something."
"Always."
"What?"
Something I'm not ready to say. I reach for something else. "About those summer internships."
Walker brushes my hair behind my ear. "Which way are you leaning?"
"I don't know. Do you want me to stay?"
"I want you to live in my bed."
"I'll get chaffed."
"It will be worth it."
My smile spreads over my cheeks. God, he does something to me. Makes me feel like the world is going to be okay. "I can stay."
"You don't have to."
"I know." I want to. "I have time to decide."
He nods. "You're still thinking something?"
"This is good. I'm happy for you. Really."
"Me too." He plants a soft kiss on my lips. "But there's something else."
"Maybe."
"Your sister?"
"Always." It's always the same. But I'm starting to think it's salvageable.
"Anything I can do?"
"No." I take another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. It tastes sweeter. I'm starting to believe him. "I think I'm going to call her."
"Yeah?"
"Apologize for everything. Ask to see her. To buy her coffee. She works in Santa Monica. I could do it anytime. I just…"
"Scared she'll say no?"
"Basically." I sink into his body, resting my head against his.