Tracey H. Kitts - Lilith Mercury 1 - Red - Plot & Excerpts
My heart fluttered as I watched the even rhythm of his breathing, and wondered how I should wake him. “I’m sorry I was an asshole, would you like to come to bed with me?” didn’t seem quite adequate. How was it that a poet stood there at a loss for words? That was it. I’d wake him and say that I was at a loss to describe what I felt when I looked at him … but I knew that I did not want to spend the night alone. I reached out to wake him, but before my hand touched his shoulder, he spoke. As he rolled away from me, still asleep, one name was clearly audible, “Marcy.” The anger that I would have expected did not come. My knees felt weak and my chest hurt, but I had not misunderstood him. My senses were above and beyond what they should have been. I’d heard him correctly. I stumbled backward, feeling foolish. Here I was about to confess that I had feelings for him while he lay on my couch, dreaming of another woman. I backed out of the room quietly. I did not want Alfred to know I’d been there, no reason to add insult to injury.
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