“We have unfinished business,” Jesse said. “You know that, right?”
She swallowed and, keeping her eyes on the table, she nodded.
She glanced up at him and saw sadness in his eyes. It was the first time since he had returned that she saw the reasons she adored him: his vulnerability, his inability to communicate his emotions accurately, and his sheer, simplistic beauty. Everything else was always so complex; he always had a thousand words about his day, his bike, his girls and his music, but when it came to Charlie and the way she made him feel, he was a little boy trying to sound it out. He could never quite come up with what to say, or figure out when to say it. But when Charlie stared down at this table, emotions stirred more than any words, phrases or sentences could describe.
I think the room is spinning.
“I’m going home now, Jess. I just came to make sure you were okay.”
Just as she was closing his door, she heard him murmur, “You should have done that a year ago, Charlie.”