"Don't say that," Diha blurted. "I-I'm not ready for you or I to say something like that." Truth was, he didn't have to finish the statement. The way Miles looked at her right now was enough to tell her that he'd move mountains.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her fingers then pulled her hand down, holding it in his. "How do I fix this if I can't tell you what I'd give up to make it work?"
"This is a lot, Miles. It's a lot and I don't know if I can do this and what I'm supposed to."
"Hey?" He slid his fingers into her hair, tugging gently. "Nothing has to be decided now. All I'm asking for is a chance."
"And that chance scares me. What if... What if you change your mind and I don't?" She tripped over her words. Closing her eyes, she drew in a breath and spoke. It was only a tiny bit easier without him looking at her. "I don't think I can do that. I'm not... I mean..."