Page 77 of Your Chorus
My hands latch themselves onto the edge of his jacket. His thumbs brush my cheeks, and I realize he’s wiping tears away.
“I could walk away,” he tells me, “and I know you could too, but...I don’t want to. Do you?”
I shake my head in his grasp. “No.”
He leans in close enough for me to taste his breath on my lips.
“Wait.” I lay a hand on his chest before we can get any nearer to each other. “I don’t want to rush this. I want to build it right this time. I...I don’t want to be your regret.”
His eyes get darker, boring into mine.
“I willneverregret you.” His tone is full of force, but it softens just as quickly. “We can take as long as we need. We’ll do it right.”
We don’t kiss. We don’t lose ourselves in each other this time. Instead, he wraps his arms around me as I lay my head on his chest. His heart pulses against my ear while his hands travel up and down my back, soothing and steady. I could stay like this for as long as he’d let us.
“We’re the chorus, you and me,” he murmurs, as the thumping in his chest starts to slow. “It always comes back to us.”
