Jonathan sighed again, when Selina moved some of his hair out of his face. Partially because he didn’t wanted to be treated like that, and partially because he did. And partially because he liked his hair being messed with and Selina knew that little weakness of him.
"… Right," he said, huffing out a breath. "How cute of you to spy on me. Really charming. How nice to know that my girlfriend— oh no, fiancée, made sure she knew how I was doing while I had no idea how she was. Stop acting like you’ve done some overtime this week, Selina. I put that ring around your finger and you just vanished again. Then you return, walk right back into our lives and the first person you go to is Alice? I mean, don’t get me wrong or something, but— I felt a little hurt at that. What was it? Something I did? Got cold feet right after the proposal?”
She knew it was coming, somehow she had felt that his anxiety and irritation had been squarely focused upon her little disappearance. As he went on and one, she kept up a great poker face, just letting him speak; which was usually not something she would have allowed. No, she loved to get her little words in but not with him. He was hurt and not matter how vain or altogether self-centered she seemed, she still had a heart; especially when it came to Jon.
"I do not spy on you, Jon. I just…I’m more worried about you than you sometimes seem to be about yourself. Someone needs to worry about you, as you seem to do a good job about that when it comes to me." Her face was still stony, not allowing any sort of emotion to spill forth just yet.
"I did run, Jon. I ran. But don’t—I didn’t run because of you. I ran because I was worried about ruining your life. Jon, I’m a professional criminal, with no other trade to speak of. I have a series of issues that I’ve only ever had to worry about dealing with by myself. Don’t you get it? I’ve only had to worry about myself because everyone else in my life left me broken. And then you came along, and you’re a respectable man…in my eyes. And…for once in my adult life—I felt like I wasn’t good enough. That I wasn’t deserving of someone like you. That Miss Kyle was not cut out to be loved. So I ran. I ran like a coward to the old run-down place that I used to live and I just thought about everything. And I came to the conclusion that I had to come back because I need you." She stopped, lip trembling slightly but soon it was eased back with a clenching of her jaw.
"I love you and I went to Alice first only to make sure all the wedding was still on. That you hadn’t cancelled it. And to add a flavor to the cake."
And then she fell silent.