“I love you.” He whispered into my ear as his fingers trailed softly down my arm and his lips tenderly dipped into the space where my neck and shoulder met. I tensed slightly at his touch, hoping he didn’t pick up on it. He didn’t know that I knew about her. Perhaps his words were sincere, but I couldn’t be certain they were meant only for me.
I opened my heart and bared my soul and poured out all of my emotions to him and he used my own words to bludgeon me with his truths.