It happened

            “Mathew,”
I said when I couldn’t stand our tip toeing around it anymore.

            “Morgan don’t. Don’t,” he said
softly.

            “Don’t what?” I asked.

            He didn’t answer. His silence made me angry.

            “Pretend to understand it?” I
started. “Pretend it didn’t happen? Pretend you lived up to our agreement? I
don’t want to pretend Mathew, it happened, we were there. It was right, even if it
was just for that moment so be it.
I can live with that
more than acting like it didn’t happen at all,” I said caustically.

            He
let my angry words hang for a moment.                               

            “That was a mouth full,” he said.

            I stared at him and waited.

            “You’re a great kisser and you have
really nice tits,” he finally said.

            I grabbed his pillow and whacked him
in the head.

            “You are such a fucker,” I said,
after I hit him several times. “You promised.” 




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