Page 87 of Love Harder

Never angry, however.

He never got mad.

He asked if I wanted him to leave.

I didn’t know what I wanted other than to stop feeling this way.

Eventually, I went back to bed, where he lay awake.

This was the first time the silence between us spoke volumes.

He asked me to talk to him.

But I didn’t know what to say.

He had told me who this woman was.

And I hated that he had done what he had.

Was it terrible?

Yes and no.

Could I move on from this hiccup early on?

I honestly didn’t know.

We lay face to face, The Unicorn watching me closely, just how he always did.

He asked me to kiss him.

I gave him a quick kiss on those lush lips.

He said, “More.”

I did.

“More.”

Again, more was had.

“More.”

One final time.

He sighed, clearly saddened he had caused me pain.

He then said something that made me want to cry new tears. “Come lay on my chest.”

There is something so comforting about that.

Heart to heart.

Skin to skin.

But I couldn’t.

I needed to slam the brakes on this because I said the one thing to The Unicorn that summed up how I was feeling.

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