I’m sat on Ricardo’s sofa, the one in his room, his arm around my waist, hugging me close to his side. I’m questioning myself as to why I forgave him, but when he plants a kiss on my mouth, I remember why; I love him. And he says he loves me too.
I lean my head against his shoulder, happy to be there, to be with him. I ask myself how I could have even thought about not forgiving him, leaving him? Leaving love?
“You know I love you, right babe?” He assures me, his hand squeezing my hip gently. I can’t help but smile, and I nod in response. With that, his lips crash against mine with such a force, it shocks me. Before I can object, things are getting to heavy, too hot for me to take. His hands are prying my shirt up over my head, and I’m dizzy, I can’t make sense of this.
But we’ve been h
