Her emotions got the better of her, and her first instinct was to run.
Callahan understood. A fierce urge to protect her hit him, and he tightened his embrace. "I know," he said softly. "It won't happen again."
He paused, then added, "But I'm happy."
Leilani looked up at him. "Happy about what?"
A smile played in his eyes. "I'm happy you were jealous over me."
This whole ordeal might have been a misunderstanding, but at least it proved how important he was to her.
Leilani was speechless. The second he got a little encouragement, he pushed his luck. Her ears flushed red, and she shoved him away. "Who was jealous?" she retorted. "That's not the same thing at all!"
Callahan just chuckled, not arguing. He simply reached out to smooth down her messy hair. "Let's go home."
Leilani turned her head away, ignoring him, but the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.
In the rainy night, they shared a single umbrella as they walked toward the apartment building. Suddenly, Leilani remembered something.
"So... about Ethan. Did you misunderstand that, too?"
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