I look around my surroundings and notice there isn't anyone else around. So I do the only thing I can think of, I pick her up and carry her to the car. I open the back door and place her inside. I get in with her and close the door.
Her head is bowed and she's playing with the fingers on her lap. I take her face in my hands and kiss her. I pour everything I feel for her in that one kiss. She finally relaxes and melts into my touch.
"I'm sorry." She whispers. "I should've trusted you. It's just hard when it's in your face. You haven't done anything to make me feel like you don't love me. But, it's hard to get around the fact that I am just a kid."
"You're are not a kid. You're a lot more mature than most woman I have met."
She huffs. "Right, look at me. If I was so mature I would have talked to you. I wouldn't have jumped to conclusions."
"Enough!" I snap at her.
"Age is only a number. I love you because you mean so much to me. You make me happy, you light up my once very lonely life. I love being around you. I would risk everything just to have you. Do you understand that?" I feel like I have to shake her. I know Derrick did something this weekend, on top of our fight. She's never this full of self-doubt.
"I love you too. I'm sorry.. I just..." She drifts off. "I really do need to get back and give him this money before he flips out. I do like have power and heat."
"Fine, drop off the money. I'll make sure you get reimbursed for it. It's not your job to take of the household bills."
