“That’s no problem,” he replies softly, smiling still as his hands slowly release their hold on her. “You can always come by now, r-right? Here, here… I got this…” he moves a hand to his pocket and pulls out a blue key. He opens her hand, and places it into her palm and closes her hand around it. “It’s a key to my apartment. Y-you don’t have to give me one to yours, all right? But I just wanted to show you that you’re always welcome here. Any day. Any time. Any night. A-all right?”
She gasps softly, taking the key and looking at it. This was a huge step which meant a lot of trust and he trusted her enough with such a thing?
“Jack…” she whispered, looking up at him. “Actually…” She reached into her own pocket and took out the spare they had given to her, handing it off to him. “I want you to have mine too.”
“Really?” he asked quietly, just as touched she would trust him, a man, normally the least trustworthy half in a relationship (at least that’s how the movies showed it), a key to her apartment?
He reaches out and closes his hand over it, before looking at her. “…wow. Thank… thank you.”
Jack Maple 