“I guess that’s my cue to leave and let you get some rest.”
“Do you really have to go?” I whine despite my better judgement.
“Yes. I do. Sorry, but my slaving duties have been fulfilled.” He grips my shoulders and kisses my brow chastely before disappearing out the door.
I watch him leave with mixed emotions. I have known him for nine years, and wanted him that entire time, but there is a barrier between us that I don’t understand. At first, I thought it was our difference in age, but that shouldn't be a problem anymore. I've tried to tell him how I feel a hundred times and every time he refuses to get drawn into the conversation. I’m forced to cover it up with a joke or an offhand remark.
I don’t know what else to do to make him understand how I feel.
Undressing, I sink down in
