Amateur convinced to get naked
"This man you love. Does he love you like I love you?" Every bit of my resolve shattered at that look.
Chris was gone by morning, his bedding neatly folded on the ottoman.
When he returned, he turned on the other lamp by my side of the bed. He brushed my hair off my face.
"What are you saying?" Jolie asked, tears evident in her voice.
I could imagine my breath would be similar to having eaten an onion. Maybe I could clean up a bit and look presentable despite not wanting to celebrate anything at all today.
Eventually, I whispered, "Why me?" "Hmm?" His fingertip traced the ridge of each of my cheekbones. "What do you mean?" "Why pursue me.