Page 133 of David's Love

Because I wanted to propose to her first and walk her into that world as my significant other.

But life has a way of sneaking behind your back and throwing poisonous snakes into your face.

So, now I’m listening.

I can’t wait to see which way this thing will go.

She sets her coat on the bed with so much dedication I’m inclined to think it’s the most important thing in her life right now.

She must be nervous like me, which only makes things more dire.

From inside her coat, she removes something.

I don’t know what it is. It looks like a rolled ziplock bag.

She sits on the bed while I lean against the table.

I’m so nervous I can't sit next to her.

She has an expression of concern and despondency on her face, and that’s my clue.

She’s about to deliver a blow.

“Please don’t get mad…” she starts.

We’re probably past that point.

“I’m not mad,” I lie.

“If you’re not, you’ll surely be when I tell you what I have done.”

What the hell has she done?

Slept with another man?

Found someone else?

Has she lied to me?

Probably.

No?

What has she done?

Her eyes are clear, but she looks like she could be crying at any moment now.

And she is so beautiful with her red hair tied back with a big bow. Her eyebrows are arched, her lips pink.

Her skin smooth like peaches.

“I wanted to know more about you,” she says.

Something crumbles inside me.

That’s never a good start to a conversation.

There are things I’m not proud of, and while a lot of them had gone into Rain Sexton’s book, there are things Rain knew nothing about.

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