He took my hand and led me out onto the balcony. When we reached the railing, he took me in his arms and murmured, "I've missed you."

"This is what you really want?" I asked him instead. "Is this it?"

He looked down at me, pain shadowing his face briefly. "Olivia…" Softly spoken, laced with pleading… as in, "Olivia, please, we got here, so don't make this difficult."

I raised my eyebrow and said softly, "If this is what you want then you have to do it right."

He frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You have to say it right." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "If this is what you want then I want you to say it right."

He swallowed as he looked down at me. "Olivia," he said softly. "I…" He stopped and searched for the right words.

I held my breath and waited.