In Every Way

Chapter 48

“What is it?”

He waits, ever patient.

“I …”

The fire’s already been lit, and the flames coat his cheeks in a fine glow, caressing the curves of his mouth in a way I’ve always longed to. Leaving without him is already a wound I’ve been tending to. Must I push the knife deeper? What would telling him achieve?

“Mia?”

I turn away. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late.”

“Mia, stop.”

I wait, one hand on the door, but he says nothing else. Slowly, he comes close, until I can smell the soap he used to wash with.

“Forget I said anything,” I say and leave.

* * *

you were so close!

go to dinner (go to 62)

go back (go to 35)