"How do I look?" He asked, I thought to myself 'handsome.' But out loud I said "Yeah, it looks good." I looked him up and down again- Apparently he bought new clothes and wanted to show them off a bit. I can't lie... he looked damn good in blue. "I'm thinking we should go for some coffee before you run off to work, how's that?" He asked, and I don't care where we go, being with him filled my heart up with joy and my belly with butterflies. I looked up at him, than back down... it's been months now. And I feel like things are still as they where when we first met. We go to some place, eat, talk, and go home. I wanted more... but part of me felt a bit sick doing so. I have a husband, I can't do that to him... but I dream about it. That some day, we'd have a night to ourselfs- my thoughts where cut off when I realized me passed the cafe "Hey, we passed the-" he cut me off "I know a better one uptown you've never been to" he said as he crossed the street "how do you know I've never been there?" I asked him, I've been to many places "Oh, trust me. I know."
I looked up at the apartment building. He walked over to the doors as I stood a few feet away... "Are you taking me to your house?" He gave me a smile "Yup, it took you long enough to catch on. C'mon, I got somthing I want to show you." He went inside, I followed him after I took a deep breath and swallowed. He lived on the third floor, the elevator ride was painfully awkward. His room was the first one on the left from the elevator. Easy to remember... his house seemed very plain. A plain white couch, a white kitchen, no pictures on the walls, only one picture on the coffee table. I did as he asked and made myself at home. I sat on the very hard white couch and looked at the picture. Him, a bit younger, I can tell by the longish hair, and a woman, colder than him, with gray and light brown hair. She was beautiful, "Who is this? The person in the picture?" He was in the small kitchen area, making some coffee. "What? Oh- that's my mom." He said, somthing in his voice changed. Maybe I shouldn't talk about her "Oh... Okay-" I looked around a but more. . . Nervous, to be in his house let along feel the way I feel right now. So hot and awkward... he sat the coffee cups down, my coffee was in a cute white cup with small green leaves on them. I sipped my drink, it was pretty good. The more I looked around the more I saw things missing. Like a Tv, a dinner table, and decor. It's so bland it felt like a hospital room. Cold and empty. "You Okay? You're dozing off into space." I snapped out of my dreams when he spoke to me. I looked at him "Oh! Yes, I'm fine" I chuckled a bit, I went to take another sip but stopped when I felt his hand touch my knee.
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Babybreaths
RomansaA young man is having trouble in his relationship with his husband. He doesn't feel loved, but hesitant to leave him for the sake of their daughter. But after a series of unfortunate events, he ends up meeting the love of his life. But he might jus...
