“What do you mean you were going to sleep with me last night?” He would inquire, closing the door fully behind him, as he would carry his steps further into the room until we were only a meter or so apart. My eyes would analyze him in the same way he had to me as we both stood in wait for the other to make a move; almost as if we stood in a game of chess, with neither of us holding exact power over the other, almost as if we were just mere pawns.
The ideas crafted in his mind were pressed over his expression as I attempted to conjure some string of words that could make him believe he had misheard my confession to Jeanie. But as he would look at me with those light eyes full of hope, I couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved he had come to know this, but mostly mortified at the fact he
