Chapter Ninety Four: The Confession

Celine I tightened my mouth and moved away from him to get my suitcase. Trevor rose from the bed. "I will help you with that." "Don't bother. It's not that heavy." I lowered the suitcase to the floor and held it by its handle. I balanced it on on side of its tires over the ground. "You should wait for breakfast then. I will have something whipped up for you." "I can just get a snack on the way." "Do you even want me to do anything for you, Celine?" I furrowed my brows at the question. "Why does that question sound like it carries more weight than it ought to?" "Because it does. We're progressing quite well in our relationship, Celine, but it still feels like you're pushing me away, Celine. You don't want me to do anything for you.' "I don't understand, Trevor. Is slaving yourself away for me your own perception of doing things for me?" "I won't call wanting to take care of my girl slaving myself away." "Well, I've been allowing you to take care of me. Who cooked during my