What I think should have happened
"i'm gay and i love you" thats what he said. He had revealed his true self to me and told me i was the man he loved, he didn't love amira, that was a farce, i knew that now.
"then be with me" i replied. I looked into his eyes, deep, brown and mesmerising as ever. He craved want to be with me but his whole being, his religion, family, everything had forbidden this. This thing that we shared, i was sure of it to be love, i knew it was and i knew he felt the same, he'd just admitted it. Hadn't he?
I felt tears pricking at my eyes slowly, falling big and hot. They were now streaming down my face and i made no attempt to stop them.
Suddenly, i felt a hand reach for mine, It was his. He squeezed my hand tight as if to tell me to calm down. I wondered why he was being comforting when he'd just been rambling on about his perfect little wedding. He wiped away my tears and ran his finger over my bottom lip.
"don't" my voice was came out weaker than i meant it to. "Just. Go Syed, go and live with your "princess" and leave me to heal!!" i shouted, still letting him caress my lip.
He looked at me as though puzzled, then he spoke his voice barely louder than a whisper "i want to, i want you" he muttered, he kissed me, a passionate kiss tounges finding eachother and tasting eachother. He pulled my closer to him and undid a shirt botton, one, then two and then 3.
I fliiped him round never once taking my eyes off him and pushed him onto the cafe table, we had a passionate round of the best sex ever and then he did something i never thought he'd say
"I'm calling off the wedding, i'm going to tell them everything.. have a cab booked by 7, we're getting out of here"