Our Reality | Urban

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"I gotcha, baby."

I lean on the kitchen cabinet, closing my eyes. My coffee mug threatening to spill. He looked at me and smiled.

"Open your eyes, clumsy."

I mumbled under my breath, before I took another sip of my coffee. Humming of the warmth down my throat.

"Stevens?" I utter so sweetly, innocently.

"Yes, baby?"

"How did you find out?" I say placing the coffee down, by the counter by side me.

"Find out what?"

"You know, the 'thing'." I say quoting 'thing'.

He sucked in his teeth, and turned of the stove. He slowly turned around, and walked towards me.

"You talk in your sleep. The secrets that tear you down, because you can't tell me."

He looked down at me. Afraid to open my eyes, to see the hurt in his eyes, or anger. Afraid of what else he had heard.

I leaned forward into his chest, my favorite place to be. I wrap my arms around him, as I felt him tense up. "I'm sorry, baby."

I truly mean 'sorry'. Maybe more then I need to be sorry for.

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