Present
Ellison
I didn’t know why I told him the truth. I didn’t know why even now my hand was still in his tight yet reassuring, warm grip. I didn’t know how my carefully crafted walls had decided to crumble down as I stood there in his arms enjoying the warmth of his body and feeling safe.
But one thing I knew was the fact, that the silence between us has stretched for far too long and even though know matter how much I didn’t want to step away, I would have to. So, I did. His arm from my back fell away but only after a few deliberate seconds passed, as if didn’t want to relinquish his hold on me.
“I should go—” I started to say, looking down at my feet, suddenly shy— and for the love of God, I never shy away from anything, but here I was shying from him like an innocent wallflower.
