I looked at Ryan and knew he had waited for me for too long. I found it hard to answer his question because I didn’t want to hurt him.

I considered how we were during college and remembered him caring for me when I returned home during my freshman year. Ryan was always attentive, yet he kept a distance and never crossed boundaries.

So, I only saw him as an elder brother from the neighborhood.

"Perhaps I would have," I answered honestly, "You never gave me the chance to consider things in that direction.”

Ryan tightened his grip on my hand. He looked conflicted with pain, regret, and longing. He was brave this time, asking, “What about now? I’ll do my best to care for you and Ava.”

His words made it hard for me to remain serious. I knew he was earnest, but I couldn't help but chuckle. "Ryan, you’re too funny. You..."

When I saw his anxious gaze, I quickly adjusted my tone. I realized I was too light-hearted and even disrespectful. I composed myself and said thoughtfully, “I know y