Page 21 of The Swiping Game
“Fuck, Hazel. How am I going to get myself out of this? If I know Tara like I think I do, when she finds out, that’s it. We’ll be over before we started.”
Hazel says. “Have you lied to her about anything else?”
“No,” I say immediately. “Everything we have talked about is exactly how I would have answered it. I’ve made sure of it.”
“Good. Then you have to just suck it up and do it. Will she go? Maybe. Or, maybe she’s feeling what you are too, and when you explain your reasoning, she’ll understand. But you can’t do this forever. In fact, the longer you do this, the more likely it is that this won’t end well for you. Now, are we going to talk forever, or are you going to buy me a steak?”
I do have to tell her, and soon. But how? That’s what’s going to keep me up at night. Because after five days of talking to Tara and getting to know her outside the office, I don’t want to go back to the old us. Or even worse, her not speaking to me at all.
I want her. All of her. I want her snarky comebacks and her random tangents about movies. I want to know what it would be like having a quiet night at home with her. I want to take her out in that red dress. I want her in my bed. I want her scent lingering on my pillow.
I want all of her.
But will she want me after she finds out?
