She inhaled sharply through her nose and I rose up a bit. Her eyes were wide and watery and she looked at me like I had just told her... well, like I had told her I loved her. Which I did, in every way I could think of, but had I said it? I said wanted to make love to her, I hadn't said- But why shouldn't I?

Because it was too risky. Because it could make all of this weird. Because it could make it all go away.

Because deep down I had built all of this up and was afraid it would come crashing down on my head....