My fingers are shaking where I’m holding him, and my eyes burn while I search his face. There’s a part of me that still wants to tell him to fuck off—to tell him to get on his knees and suck my cock so we can just make up, because I know he’d probably do it. But… A bigger part of me knows that if I do that, this is still going to end. And I realize I can’t let it end. I can’t let him go.
