“Don’t tell me what I deserve or what I feel. I wantyou. A month or six months won’t make a difference. Besides, there is no normal after this. This changed me. Youchanged me.”
Her words touched him, resonated with him. She had changed him, too. But he didn’t say that. “Give it time, princess.”
But she wasn’t finished. “You were right, Connor. You are a warrior. We need people like you who can stand up to dictators and warlords if we’re going to build a better world. I’d be dead if not for you—or locked in a prison cell in Yangon. Now I can prosecute Naing. I know you don’t do relationships, but I thought we at least mattered to each other. We do, don’t we?”
“Of course, but…”
Tell her. Tell her how you feel.
The moment passed, Connor’s inability to put what he was feeling into words leaving hurt and the agony of uncertainty on her face.
“Will I see you again?”
He didn’t want to let her down. “I don’t know.”