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It’s just a natural development. Things evolving in that direction, and him feeling the need to warn me.
I bite back a retort and lock my jaw, struggling to keep my lips from quivering.
He drops his eyes to them, and my effort only increases.
And then he lifts a loaded gaze to me, and I notice the soft smile tugging at his lips as if he knows what I’m grappling with.
And he likes it. He likes it a lot. But it can’t be that.
He can’t possibly make me lose this game by playing with my emotions.
He wouldn’t do it? Would it?
What if he must get his way or else? If he can’t have me, none else will.
He takes his time. And time is no longer quantifiable.
The seconds stretch as I wait for what needs to happen next. I hope it’s what I think it is. I hope it’s what he has prepared me for.
I hope it’s the answer to my questions.
A small step brings him closer.
We are so close to each other that our bodies touch. I would wrap my arms around him if I weren’t such a coward.
He slides his hands across my shoulders with confident determination, as if he’s got a secret answer from me.
He peels my dress off but doesn’t stop at exposing my shoulders, nor does he look down.
He hasn’t done it so far. Why would he do it now?
He brings his fingers to my neck, rests his palms on my collarbones, and lowers his lips to my ear.
“Just so you know… We’ll be heartbroken if you don’t pick one man in the end.”
I freeze, my heart screaming in my chest. I even jolt back, but don’t get too far since his touch is wrapped around my neck.
That can’t be true.
If I pick one, the other two will be unhappy. I’m not saying they’ll be heartbroken, but their egos will be bruised.
But then again. This is not about choosing one man.
He just wants me to think about it, so I discard the idea early on and stay in the game.
He straightens his back.
“Somehow, I doubt,” I say.
I crack a smile.
That was supposed to be a joke, and therefore amusing, but I am hardly amused.
Instead, I feel horrible about this whole thing. The entire evening crushes me under its weight.
Somehow, I didn’t want this evening to be about choosing one man or discussing how well I was doing.
Somehow, I hoped I’d find something to help me sort through my feelings.
