Timo couldn't explain it. Possibly, it was because he'd never seriously felt this before. He wasn't hiding from anything. And yet, he thought he should. He should... Spill his guts. Tell Hattie now, to leave him alone.
But..he couldn't. Not when she looked at him that way.
"What's the matter?" Her eyes were so big and so innocent as she gazed at him. He watched her smile.
"Its..its.." He noticed a bit of icing on the corner of his lip. He brushed him thumb by it and his hand somehow touched her cheek. "Just..just a little something." He winced with a slight smile as he took his hand away, but she took his hand. Timo didn't flinch. Instead, he sighed a little.
Her hand was warm and comforting.
"I bet you have sticky fingers," she said.
"What?" He blinked thinking she knew. She knew how he used to steal things. Sometimes, just for the thrill of it. "Oh." Timo cleared his throat. She meant the cake. He knew that. She wasn't a mind reader.
Her laughter was soft. When she smiled, he wanted to smile too. She took his hand in hers.
"Nervous?" Hattie asked.
He shook his head, no.
Hattie kissed him on the cheek.
Timo wanted to tell her, she deserved better. She was better than him. But he didn't know if he could. Even if he should.
He pulled away before she could kiss his lips.
"You're so good." He could barely breathe. He shook his head, as he melted into tears. "I'm not good enough for you." He cringed.
Hattie put her hands around his neck and pulled him back to her, as her fore head met his.
"And I'm not listening." She smiled. "I don't want to ever hear you say that." She did not blink. "We are going to get through this. You will just have to trust me."
When she kissed him this time, she told him he could tell her anything when he was ready.