Aaron smiled and said, “Yes.”

Ivy rested her head on his chest and whispered, “Every day, I wait for the night you come to me. And now you’re here, holding me. I got the scholarship, Aaron. I’ll take you to Scotland with me. You can work as a professor, do your research.”

Aaron pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes. His expression turned thoughtful.

“Why do you love me, Ivy?” he asked suddenly.

His question caught her off guard. “I—I don’t know,” she stammered. ...