Okay. Here it is. Your choice? It’s simple. Her, or me. And I’m sure she’s really great. But Derek, I love you. In a… really, really big… pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me.
“Hey you’re home!” she greeted me excitedly as she came out of our en-suite and saw me standing by the closet,
“Just walked through the door, relaxing shower?” I smiled back at her while throwing on an old army t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She didn’t answer, but as she crossed the room towards me I could tell that that silence meant yes. She delicately wrapped her arms around my neck and gently pressed her body against mine, our eyes locked together,