Connor and I wound up back in the bed together. I had my head on his chest, and he held me to him as if he was afraid to let me go. While many things were resolved during our conversation, there were many things that we still needed to figure out.
We were moving fast; no one could deny that. It had only been a little over three months since I moved out of the apartment that I shared with Eric. Three months since my heart was broken, and I was exposed to a betrayal that I honestly never would have expected.
Despite the short timeframe that I have known Connor, I feel like I have known him for years. While there are still plenty of things left to discover about him, I love him. What I don’t know is if it is enough.
“You are still worried that we are moving too fast, aren’t you?” Connor a
