Kelly
We're sitting side by side. The lamp in the corner is mostly behind him, so the warm light seeps over his shoulder and cuts in on his cheekbones and the lines in his neck that I've always loved. The temptation to just pull him in, to kiss him, to make love to him, is so strong, it's overwhelming. But I also know it's a mistake. I'm trying to stay away from the moment the light in his eyes dies. I know it. I'm trying to keep him close when it isn't fair. He deserves to know everything before he puts himself out there. Before we…touch.
He's looking at me expectantly, and my heart races because… "I'm so sorry, Crash, I don't know how to start."
He squeezes my hand that he's still holding. "Start with telling me why you ran from the concert. From…from me?"
I swallow hard. "Okay. I'll to you—but you have to promise to let me tell the whole story. And you don't get to blame anyone until you've heard all of it, okay?"
