Jenna's POV

I reached for a jar of water and poured it into a glass- I shifted a bit, slightly uncomfortable under his intense gaze as I drank the water. Of course, I still couldn't believe what I just heard

"What are you saying Paul, what do you mean by"

"I know what I mean Jenna. I do love you." He stood up, walking to me, and he bent slightly- holding my arm. "Jenna-"

The sound of a knock on the door made him pause, he stared at me for a second before standing properly, letting go of my arm

"Come in," he said- the door opened and a waitress...