BPOV
"Why didn't you ask me out before?" I asked while kissing his collarbone.
The past three weeks had been a bliss.
We spent most of our free time together at my home, and we couldn't keep our hands off each other.
We were in a bubble, away from everyone.
The more I got to know him, the more I was falling for him.
I couldn't help wondering what if we had this earlier.
"And don't tell me because you thought I was too good for you. That's just bullshit!" I said.
"But I really think you're way too good for me," he kissed my head.
"And why do you think so?"
"There's no particular reason," he said, "I just feel that."
That didn't make any sense to me.
"I was very close to asking you a few times, but then I chickened out," he said, "I mean, you've seen me fooling around several times. I wasn't sure what impression I had in your mind. And as I told you before, you're important to me. I didn't want to spoil anything, including the friendship that we shared."
"And then the other few times I tried to gather courage, you were already dating someone else," he sighed.
"And now you're married, but that didn't stop you from opening up about your feelings," I said.
He chuckled, "Well, that's true! I'm sorry!"
"You should have asked me. Who knows I might have dumped the boyfriend!" I joked.
"My sincere apologies," he smiled as he pulled me up to kiss me.
I was really happy with the way our relationship was moving, but it was scaring me how unapologetic we were about the fact that he was still married!
