Page 98 of When We Feel

The sadness I’ve seen earlier in his eyes is now gone.

The sadness I’ve felt in my heart is now gone.

The secrets we now have might be a deal-breaker for both of us.

It’s up to him. And up to me. But for now, as he just said, we have a bit of time left. How we use it, it’s up to us.

What we make of it could make us or break us.

I have a feeling this is not the end. Nor is it the beginning.

This is us learning about each other and getting in sync with one another.

There are many more secrets that don’t belong to me. They are not mine. They are his. He is, after all, the most mysterious of the three men.

And I’m a child of the moon fascinated with all mysteries but especially the ones coming from a beautiful, complex man who seems to know a secret or two about me, too.

Things I didn’t even know about myself.

Like finding pleasure in the company of other men. He studies me while I dive into his eyes, traveling thousands of miles away.

How will our life in New York be?

There is time ahead of us and many more things that want to happen. It’s not even worth thinking about it.

How will the next moments be?

And how will the evening be?

And how will we feel with Alejandro and Francisco?

Who will the man and the woman stepping out of this apartment be?

He’s brought me back.

Yes, he did.

Is it for good?

Remains to be seen.

“Yes, we still have some time left…” I murmur, losing myself in his mind.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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