"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" She asked. Her eyes were dilated with a certain hunger in them.
I nodded. What in the hell was I doing?
We walked into her bedroom. It was a tiny little thing, with a nook library and a bed. There was a desk pushed up against a window sill. The room was painted yellow. Its cheeriness mocked me. Rose sat on the bed, motioning for me to do the same.
"You know I love you, right?"
Love? Was that the sex talking or the simple joy of love? Like real emotional love. I didn't know and I didn't care to find out.
If she loved me and I was lying to her, then there was a serious problem.
She leaned in to kiss me again, but I pushed her away.
"What's wrong? Is it too soon? Because we can stop."
"No that's, that's not it."
Because that wasn't it. It wasn't too soon, it was the fact that it was happening at all.
"Then what's wrong?" She asked, her hand coming to rest on my back.
"I-I have to tell you something..." I trailed off. I wiped my palms on my pants, wiping away nervous sweat. I was about to ruin a great relationship. "I'm trans."
"So...? You have a dick?" She asked, unphased.
"No, that's not... I'm a man. I want a dick." I corrected her. If she was still unphased, then maybe I could broach the subject of being ace. But if she didn't want me as a man, then there was no point in coming out twice. No point in double rejection.
"Okay. So he/him then. That's cool." She said, rubbing small circles against my back.
I burst into tears. It was the first time someone was ever so calm about me coming out. My family thought it was a phase and teased me for it. She fetched a tissue from her bedside table and handed it to me. "It's okay, you know, to be trans."
"But that's not all... I'm asexual."
"Honey, I fell in love with you and your personality and your soul. Not your gender or sexuality, but you. The real you."
And now I downright sobbing, struggling to hold back my emotions. I choked on a sob, and she pat my back gently.
It was... okay? Just like that? All this time? And she was just... okay with it?
There had to be some sort of catch.
YOU ARE READING
About Rose Tucker
RomanceI could taste the blood on my lip from where I bit too hard. It tasted like iron, a cool metallic flavor. I could hear my heart beating out of my chest, like an aggravated drummer beating the base of a heavy tune. I could hear the rush of my pulse...
