Copyright © 2008 Fionn Jameson
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He sighed, and I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see the body that had enraptured me to the point where I’d lost all sense.
The door unlocked, the sound another nudge on my fraught nerves.
“Tanith.”
I did not reply. Did not even open my mouth—because I was afraid. Afraid that I’d come undone, that I’d bend, that I’d fall to my knees and beg him to stay.
“I’m not going to say I’m sorry. Because I’m not sorry. I don’t regret what I’ve done,” he said.
The door closed, and his footsteps echoed down the hallway.
No longer hearing his presence, I let myself completely break down.
What would happen now?
When the moon rose tomorrow night, would he come back, smiling the way he always smiled? Could we truly pass this off and still be the same people we’d been before?