Faking It

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He chose me.

Railyn said that as our relationship moved forward that we were no longer faking it. That he actually developed feelings for me as I had for him. Rosie said that he was saddened and wasn't quite himself anymore. Miranda said that he needed the support from Connor because he didn't get to see me after the night of the party. The children of Apollo said that there was something between Travis and I that was unmatched in his other relationships. And now, Travis himself confirmed it all. That night of the party was all wrong. That he chose me over Myra. And also that he will still choose me over her.

"Are you sure?" I ask, "Because if you like her and if you want to be with her then it's okay. Just go ahead and be with her."

"No." He says stepping away from the sink and moving closer to me. His playful carefree face is replaced with a different expression. A serious but still sincere and gentle, expression. "I don't want to be with her."

I can't help but ask again. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I don't like her." He states. "I like you."

This time my voice fails me and I can only smile as I hop off the counter, then with out warning I go up to him and wrap my arms around his torso.

At first I don't feel anything, no hug back, and I begin to think that I crossed a line. But then I slowly feel movement as his arms wrap around me and hold me tightly to him. I smile brighter, moving closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes. Savoring the feeling of us being so close, for it has been too long since we last had been.

We stay like this for a while, wrapped in each other's embrace. But then I feel one of his hands move from around me move upward to cup my chin. He lifts my head up to be facing his and suddenly I feel a pressure on my lips. I open my eyes for a second to see that Travis is kissing me. I close my eyes again and smile against his lips. And he smiles against mine back in return.

It has been so long since we last talked. Since we last hugged. Since we last kissed. It has been too long. But it's changed. Something in our kisses is finally free. The emotions in us for each other are no longer to be tiptoed about, denied, or dismissed. I don't believe that we're faking this anymore, faking us, I mean. We aren't faking anything anymore. Definitely not.

This is too real.