Intricacies of the heart

e knew me now. Really knew me. And part of me expected that to mean something. But days passed. Then a week. Then months.We texted. We met up a lot and had hot steamy sex. Dates,

of hair from my face, say things like "You make it easy to be around you," or "I miss this." Whe

hout sounding desperate. One night, I was cooking for a small dinner party. A group of content creators were having a party. The kitchen smelled like roasted garlic and lemon. My pl

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speaker tucked somewhere near her vanity. I hadn't been here in weeks. The last time, we'd drunk cheap prosecco on her balcony and talked about men like they were another language we were b

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a minute later.

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on to keep tabs on his movement, social life, business or what he does with his ti

me with an arm candy, and they

continued, reaching

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wine, though nei

er tone gentle, almost apologetic. "You said he's divorced, right? Maybe s

our relationship, he just said he wanted me and didn

it's probably time you both discussed

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he truth was, he might not have made things official between us, but he very much acted and treated me like we were a

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eathing, steady and low, the way he always did

now, is respect me enough not

sical, pressing against my ribs, heavy and hollow. I stood there, in the midd