That moment when his hands are tied behind his back and you're jerking him off, toying with him and admiring how handsome he looks, and you lean closer to him and pretend you're going to kiss him but doesn't only to hear him sigh.
You'll probably never get the apology. Or the truth. But you're still here. I'm still here. There is world enough and time enough for us both. Let's jump all in on all of this and let this thing of ours lead us rather than us trying to lead it.
