I purse my lips but decide it's futile to ask anyway. Hiding my reddened face on his chest I take a breath. He wasn't ready for an upgrade from his status as my comfort pillow.
Like a glutton, I open my mouth wide for him to put in the orange slice.
I felt there was a void between us I couldn't cross but I was dangling on death's threshold for a while now. Not like I didn't want intimacy with him, I would just never initiate anything 'cause I don't want to believe I'm in my right mind to make decisions.
Not after what happened in his room...
I was everyone's type so if he was not making a pass at me, there must be something wrong with him. I dipped my head in a nod, satisfied.
It was then when my fingers played with his long hair resting on his chest that I heard him, "We are leaving for New York tomorrow, I have delayed my responsibilities long enough."
