—So what were you waiting for? — I continue with irony. — That I look into your beautiful green eyes, drop my panties and spread my legs when you admit that you like women in your bed but do not let them into your heart? — despite my sarcasm, I am being brutally honest. Does he think that just because that's who he is, I am going to deny all my morals? — And they still say that romance is dead.
— You have a way with words, darling. — he approaches, standing to the side and resting his head on his elbow. A slow, measured smile spreads across his face. — I assure you, romance is not something I actively subscribe to. There is no such thing as happily ever after.
The hopeless romantic in me sighs heavily allowing me to ignore his comment and the smile on his face - the one that makes me for
