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"I don't want you to resent me," Lovette whispered softly, her voice breaking the quietude in the kitchen.
Their conversation by the front door had left her feeling uncertain, prompting her to retreat to the kitchen instead of inviting Chris back into her room. Fidgeting with her hands, she mustered the courage to meet Chris's gaze, her warm brown eyes searching his piercing blue ones. Her concerns emerged, following his candid discussion about his fears surrounding relationships.
Chris pursed his lips, his mind racing to evaluate her words. "I won't resent you," he assured her, his voice filled with earnestness and determination.
A hint of skepticism laced Lovette's reply as she let out a humourless laugh. The roles seemed to have reversed, with Lovette now wavering in her resolve to move forward. "You can't exactly promise that."
Her words hung sardonically in the air, reflecting the growing apprehension between them. Lovette had become cautious, afraid of becoming collateral damage.
"I get it, we're young. And you want your freedom. But I don't want to be the causality in that," she confesses, her vulnerability laid bare.
Chris's gaze intensified as he scanned her features, desperately searching for any sign, any flicker of hope that he could break through her defenses.
"I want more than just freedom. I want a relationship with you," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to take you on dates. I want to be with you."
Lovette sighed deeply, the weight of their conversation pressing upon her. She struggled to find the right words, her mind filled with a mixture of doubt and longing.
"Chris—" she began, her voice laden with uncertainty.
"Take a chance on me. That's all I ask of you, Lovie," he pleaded, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.
Her eyebrow arched in surprise, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Did you just quote ABBA?" she asked, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Caught off guard, Chris's cheeks flushed with a soft pink hue. Unaware that the lyrics from the iconic band had found their way into his plea, he stumbled for an explanation. "I watched 'Mamma Mia!' with my mom yesterday," he confessed, hoping his innocent reasoning would diffuse any potential embarrassment.
The corners of Lovette's lips curled into a genuine smile, her amusement mingling with a newfound warmth.
"Okay," Lovette responds quietly, her warm gaze locked with his, searching for something deeper within his eyes.
