" I...” Her gaze dipped to his chest and then back to his eyes. “I do feel things for you,” she whispered. “Big things. I just...”
He pushed her hair from her face. “You’ll get there when you get there. There’s no rush, Lily.”
Her eyes were big on his. Uncertain. Wary. “I’m just...”
“I know. And I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “And neither are my feelings for you. "
― Jill Shalvis , Second Chance Summer (Cedar Ridge, #1)