Chapter 68: I'll try harder

"I'm sorry about that." I feel the urge to ask him if it's about the company or the mafia business but I just sigh and conclude on own, that it could be both.

"This is so nice..." He mutters as he shuts his eyes."Let's stay like this for a while." He clutches my hand with his own while keeping his head in the crook of my neck.

I smile fidgeting with my fingers as I breathe out.

"You are nervous." He says suddenly with his eyes still shut.

My eyes grow wide and l look away.

"I'm not." I deny.

"Yes you are." He presses on.

I turn to him again, "I'm not." I deny further. Is it that obvious that I'm nervous? And why am l even nervous? Oh God! It's not like this is the first time we are spending time together. Is it because there's so many things on my mind today?

"You are and that's why you have been fidgeting with your fingers."

I look down at my fingers and yes, I have indeed been doing that. Did he take notice of that? Was it that obvious?

I tend to fidget with my fingers when I'm eith