Take it

General pov

I don't know what really was the problem with me but, it's like I was I had so much to tell her and express to her.

As I made love to her, I wanted her to know how much I missed her, how much love I have for her, how hurt I am and to feel a portion of whatever I can't explain in words.

She saw right through and called me out.

Deep down I knew that whatever she wanted to say would not be something I like. I then opted to just make love to her most of the night.

She had her head on my chest and all I could think of was I might lose her again.

I felt her waking up.

"Good morning." She said.

"Good morning." I got up and started making my way to the bathroom when she stopped.

"Dante, we need to talk." I stopped and closed my eyes but, never turned to look at her. "Please Dante, we really need to talk."

"Okay, we'll talk after breakfast."

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She was sitting across me and she was fidgeting with her fingers.