I took it one day, one night, one flirtatious smile at a time. Nothing more. Because in the end, I was still keeping secrets from him. From everyone. I was the rose with thorns on the vine. I was the one with hidden secrets, the deceitful tongue, the poison the Oracle had spoken of. Anything in my path was likely to be struck. How could I expect Leo to want me once he found out the truth? That despite his vulnerability and trust in me, I’d still lied to him?
