Truth or Truth.
I feel the slow burn of passion for you, but the need for clarification overtakes my desire.
2:17AM.
We stepped out of the shower together as I pulled my robe around me. My heart sat heavy in my chest; the week was nearly over, tomorrow I would be flying back south.
How could life change so dramatically in just seven days?
How could my character reconfigure so drastically in such a short time? I sat on my side of the hotel bed, pondering the resolution of this passionate week.
You climbed onto the bed behind me, inching your way to my side.
Your arms wrapped around me, your hands gently opening my robe as you kissed the nape of my neck.
I felt the slow burn of passion for you; it’s a foreign feeling, one I had never felt with my current boyfriend,
but the need for clarification overtakes my desire.
Truth or truth, I asked you in one of our continual games we play.
“Truth.”
I took a deep breath, knowing the weight of my question.
“…why did you do any of this…
if you’re pursuing her?”
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I counted nearly 50 heartbeats as I waited for your response.
At long last, you heaved a quiet sigh.
