Don't Tell
9 hrs. 17 min.
What a long day yesterday was! In the morning, I divorced my husband. In the evening, my friends and I marked this sad event. I went home to cry—and then… at night…
The soul’s quiets down.
Dan appears on the doorstep. A towel is wrapped around his hips, wet hair, drops of water on his chest. He smiles, and I want to fall through the floor.
God, he’s absolutely not right for me! A cocky special forces guy. Our night was a mistake. But… you have to admit: only because of him, for the first time in a long time, I woke up not in tears, but with a smile.
“Woke up?” he asks, sliding his eyes over me. I nod, bewildered.
“That’s great. Because I still want more.”
The soul’s quiets down.
Dan appears on the doorstep. A towel is wrapped around his hips, wet hair, drops of water on his chest. He smiles, and I want to fall through the floor.
God, he’s absolutely not right for me! A cocky special forces guy. Our night was a mistake. But… you have to admit: only because of him, for the first time in a long time, I woke up not in tears, but with a smile.
“Woke up?” he asks, sliding his eyes over me. I nod, bewildered.
“That’s great. Because I still want more.”
