Page 74 of Freedom Fighters
He touchedher lips, silencing her, then shook his head.
“I know,” he said. “I know more than anyone. You’re still hurting over his betrayal. For dying. For making you fall in love with him. I know, Téra.”
She swallowed. His quiet words made all the sick, hard feelings swoop back into her chest. Her eyes stung.
“When you’re ready,” Rubén said, “you can give me that kiss back. I can wait. I will wait aslong as it takes. That’s why I won’t stay here with you. You need your space.”
He got to his feet again.
Téra reached up and slid her hand into his. He had a big hand and his fingers looked too big for the keyboard, yet they always moved gracefully over the keys. Only now did Téra realize she had been watching Rubén far too much. She had noticed details a more casual observer would miss.
Shelooked up at him. “You’re right,” she said. “I’m not ready to kiss you. Only, I would like you to stay. If you don’t mind.”
His smile was warm. “I don’t mind.”
Téra realized she was smiling, too, as he settled on the hard floor beside her.
