When I hear my heart beating in my ears through lack of oxygen, I decide to let him go and look him in the eyes, my breath coming out in gasps. Sean is in the same condition and his eyes are full of desire. God, how I wish…and it’s in that moment his words come back to me.
“Don’t ever think I don’t want you, Sean. Or that I don’t want you to go out with my friends, or that I don’t want…you.Don’t ever think that.”
Sean doesn’t speak, just continues to look at me.
“As for the reason I want to go with Patrick…I know should I be able to get my face fixed, and should I be able to bring to the surface what’s below it, I could give you more.”
He sighs, shakes his head, and moves away, leaving me feeling cold. Is it possible I’ve really become so addicted to him? And what scares me the most is that this addiction seems to be both physical and emotional. I still suck at showing what I feel but I know Sean can feel it anyway. Otherwise I doubt he would have put up with me for this long.