Forty-nine
Brandon hooks a finger under my jaw, I sigh and look away to avoid him cajoling me into repeating what I said. I know he will never confess his feelings for me even though his actions say otherwise and I am determined to hear those three words from him but not today. On the day he professes his love for me, he has to do it willingly.
His finger trails the curve of my lips, my heart pounds behind my ribcage at the contact. My lips part open, waiting, we agreed there will be no sex until my body heals, I don’t know how long that will take but I am curious to see where this evening will take us.