For one ridiculous second, I forgot how to speak. My lungs worked but my voice wouldn’t.
I wanted time to stop where we were right now- His hands still gently cupping my face, his eyes on mine, looking at me like that- like I was a fancy treasure he couldn’t afford to lose.
I wanted to hear him say those words again and again till my ears hurt.
I wished there were no obstacles, wished there was nothing to consider. But…
I had a thousand answers at once- yes, no, maybe, not yet, I can’t- and none of them felt honest unless I shaped them. I thought of Mom in the next room, smiling through the exhaustion. I thought of the footage still pulsing through the internet. I thought of Zayne’s face when he’d said the things he said earlier, John’s career also.
No, we didn’t have to be selfish
