affection and forgiveness that make

affection and forgiveness that makes my hope swell—but something else, too, something scared or regretful that I don’t understand. “I’ll leave you guys alone, then. I’m going to call some friends.”
She heads into her room as Romy emerges from the bathroom. They say their goodnights in the hallway and Romy joins me in the kitchen. “That was fun,” she says, grabbing a hand towel and drying the wet dishes. “Thanks for having me over.”
“You said you wanted to talk,” I remind her, watching her hands, the dark thread of ink on the inside of her wrist that peeks out as she works.
Her mouth opens and closes a few times, and then she chuckles. “I’m nervous.”
I turn off the water, my heart accelerating. “What’s up?”
“Remember that charity auction event I mentioned to you a while ago?”
“Yep.” She hasn’t been in my studio since that night she was so upset. Does she know about the painting? Is she going to ask me to donate it? I hope so. Then I’d get to tell her I already have.
She sets down the dishtowel and faces me. “It’s in a week. I think it’s kind of a fancy event. The house manager at the shelter gave me two tickets. And … I was wondering … if you’d go with me?”
I blink. How should I translate this? What does she want? “You want me to go with you to the charity event …” A nervous excitement rushes through my veins, but I try to ignore it.
Romy takes a step toward me and skims her fingertip along a smear of paint on the back of my hand, sending tingling shocks of pleasure up my arm. “If you don’t have other things you need to do, that is.” She glances toward the hallway, toward Katie’s room.
Touch me again. Make a move. Please. “I’m free.” She hasn’t even told me when it is, but the flyer said next Saturday. Not that it matters. It could be at four a.m. on a Tuesday, and I’d be there.
She smiles. “Good. It’s a date.”
I stare at her. “A date?”
Her smile disappears. “Not a date?”
“Now you’re confusing me. I need this to be one of those times where you just say it like it is.” I arch my eyebrow. “You’re usually really good at that.”
She squeezes her eyes shut for a second. “I’d like it to be a date.”
I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect as the girl before me, and her nervousness steals all of mine away. I can’t keep that shaky amusement from my voice as I say, “Are you asking me out, Romy?”
Her eyes pop open. She lets out a breath. And she nods.

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kasih sayang dan pengampunan yang membuat harapan saya membengkak — tetapi sesuatu yang lain, juga, sesuatu takut atau menyesal bahwa saya tidak mengerti. "Aku akan meninggalkan kalian sendiri, kemudian. Aku akan harus menghubungi beberapa teman."Dia kepala ke kamarnya sebagai Romy muncul dari kamar mandi. Mereka mengatakan mereka goodnights di lorong dan Romy bergabung dengan saya di dapur. "Itu menyenangkan," katanya, meraih tangan handuk dan pengeringan piring basah. "Terima kasih karena saya atas.""Anda mengatakan Anda ingin bicara," saya mengingatkan dia, menonton tangannya, kain gelap tinta di bagian dalam pergelangan tangannya yang mengintip keluar sebagai dia bekerja.Mulutnya membuka dan menutup beberapa kali, dan kemudian dia terkekeh. "Aku gugup."Aku mematikan air, hatiku mempercepat. "What's up?""Ingat peristiwa lelang amal yang saya sebutkan kepada Anda beberapa waktu yang lalu?""Ya." Dia belum di studio saya sejak malam itu dia adalah sangat marah. Apakah dia tahu tentang lukisan? Dia akan meminta saya untuk memberikannya? Aku harap begitu. Kemudian akan bisa menceritakan saya sudah.Dia menetapkan dishtowel dan wajah saya. "Ini adalah dalam seminggu. Saya pikir ini adalah jenis peristiwa mewah. Manajer rumah di penampungan memberiku dua Tiket. Dan... Aku bertanya-tanya... jika Anda akan pergi dengan saya?"Saya sekejap. Bagaimana saya harus menerjemahkan ini? Apa Apakah dia ingin? "Anda ingin saya untuk pergi dengan Anda ke acara amal..." Kegembiraan yang gugup bergegas melalui pembuluh darahku, tapi aku mencoba untuk mengabaikannya.Romy takes a step toward me and skims her fingertip along a smear of paint on the back of my hand, sending tingling shocks of pleasure up my arm. “If you don’t have other things you need to do, that is.” She glances toward the hallway, toward Katie’s room.Touch me again. Make a move. Please. “I’m free.” She hasn’t even told me when it is, but the flyer said next Saturday. Not that it matters. It could be at four a.m. on a Tuesday, and I’d be there.She smiles. “Good. It’s a date.”I stare at her. “A date?”Her smile disappears. “Not a date?”“Now you’re confusing me. I need this to be one of those times where you just say it like it is.” I arch my eyebrow. “You’re usually really good at that.”She squeezes her eyes shut for a second. “I’d like it to be a date.”I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect as the girl before me, and her nervousness steals all of mine away. I can’t keep that shaky amusement from my voice as I say, “Are you asking me out, Romy?”Her eyes pop open. She lets out a breath. And she nods.