Alanis.
I walk back into the room and he is standing above the bed with the pack of cookies that I hid from him. I don't know why I hid it in the first place. It was stupid of me and immediately I did it, I knew I fucked up. I don't know what to say because I need to be honest with him now.
This is the chance to tell him how I am feeling.
"Hey," I manage quietly. A white towel is wrapped around his waist and there is water dripping all over him. His eyes shift from the snack in his grip to me.
"You're eating" he states, going straight tot eh point. This shouldn't be a big deal but from his question, I already know that it is a big deal.
"Yeah.'' I manage, stopping in front of him. I have been doing a good job of hiding the food I have been devouring all week but it is really getting old. I need to tell him the truth, talk to him about all that I am feeling. The longer I keep all this inside, the more frustrating I will keep being.
