Larissa's POV
"We're taking our time," I managed finally. "Just figuring things out as we go."
"Right." Denise's tone suggested she wasn't buying it. "And how's that working out?"
"It's messy."
"Messy in what way?"
I let out a breath, weighing my response. "He doesn't do relationships. And after what happened with Wesley..."
"You're terrified," she said, cutting straight to the heart of it.
"Careful," I countered. "I'm being careful."
"I get it." Her fingers found mine and squeezed. "Just don't forget what I told you earlier. Don't give him the power to destroy you."
"I won't let that happen."
The taxi rolled to a stop outside Denise's building. She turned and pulled me into a tight embrace.
"Send me a message when you're safely home," she said firmly. "And we're having brunch this weekend. I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Okay, boss," I said with a smile.
"I love you, Rissa."
"Love you back."
