It was the next morning and we still needed to talk. To sieve through everything that we had talked about the night before. But the mere thought of it freaked me out.
What if he said he was truly done with our relationship? He has never said he loved me. I've always been the one pouring after pouring into our relationship.
That was why we broke up, and yet, It would break me if he called it off after what happened last night. Frank stepped out of the bathroom to meet me sitting on the bed, staring up at him.
"What you said last night..." he says, and my smile disappears as quickly as it came on. I’m tempted to squirm , run straight into the bathroom and lock myself away until he forgets all about talking.
“We don't—”
He silences me with a finger to my lips. “I'm grateful that you c
