I looked at him with my mouth slightly parted open. He always surprises me with his sudden and unexpected questions. I take so much time answering him, fearing my tongue might slip and he would discover the truth if I'm not careful with my response.
I swallowed hard. Summoning my voice, I replied, “No, he isn't.”
“Are you in love with him?” he asked without looking at me, his soft voice thick with resentment.
I could lie at that moment, but I chose to tell the truth and said no. “I will eventually learn how to love him back in time,” I added, much to his chagrin. *Just like the way I'm learning to stop loving you right now,* I honestly thought to myself, feeling so damn lucky he couldn't read my thoughts right now.
“Now that I know you aren't his yet, I'm letting you know I'm not goin
