Jacob
I convinced myself it had ended. These slip-ups with Daniel. That I’d broken free. Yet, there I was, hand hovering over Daniel's door handle, heart thundering.
I didn't want to leave. “Just one more time”. I told myself.
The golden door knob was cold under my fingertips, yet my skin burned flames I couldn’t understand. Three days had passed since I'd last seen Daniel… three days of forcing myself to stay away, to focus on Nathan, on our upcoming wedding, on the life I was supposed to want.
But here I was, like a fly drawn to the loo, knowing I’d get burned but unable to resist the pull.
I was meant to be with Nathan. In a few weeks, I'd become his husband. He was the epitome of comfort, the reliable rock I yearned for in a partner. But doubt whispered through my veins.
Nat
