So, Yanni asked Keaton again.

…

Keaton didn’t want to rush into anything. He looked at Yanni, her face glowing beautifully under the lights. Although he had slept with her, they hadn’t crossed any lines in the past month.

Yanni had been busy. She was often caught up in one or two surgeries each day, and today was one of the rare moments she had to herself.

Keaton felt a pang of sympathy for her but respected her dedication to her work. Every day, he came to pick her up after work and prepared a late-night meal for her before heading home.

In the mornings, Keaton would bring Ella over, just so the little girl could drop Yanni off at the hospital together. Being with a mature man like Keaton made Yanni feel at ease.

Keaton stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Yanni. He had just come in from the cold, and the thin wool coat he wore still carried a chill. It felt cool at first when her face rested against his shoulder, but it was replaced by warmth soon.

Yanni enjoyed the