I poured the coffee, and we stared into each other’s eyes, except it wasn’t a warm gaze, it was more like two generals facing one another across a battlefield. Luke was right, I should never have put off the inevitable, should have told him the truth from the start. But, for each second we spent locked in this wordless standoff, I knew I had to make him understand, and beg, no f**k that, I needed to grovel for his forgiveness.
I needed Luke, and there was no turning back from him now.
“What do you want to know?” I whispered. “Because withholding the truth was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and not coming clean in the first place was…” I shook my head back and forth, trying to drum up words adequate to the task of explaining my fears and reactions, but miserably failing.
“Would you
