He froze.
He breathed in through his nostrils and exhaled slowly.
I encircled his waist with my arms anddropped my head to his shoulder.
"I was going to give themoney back to youafterwe...", I began.
"Catching feelings wasn't part of this deal..." He countered.
"I won't take it back, Allen."
He gently removed my arms from his waist and stood to face me with a stoic look deep in those blue eyes I had grown to lose myself in.
"Well, I told ya, can't get too far without my clothes."
I watched as he pulled thosetightdenims over his hips. He all but threw on his beloved Georgia Bulldogs tshirt after he buttoned his trousers.
I pulled the freshly laundered white sheets to my chin. "I should get dressed, too". My stomach had a massive case of vultures flying around and they showed no signs of slowing down!
Had I seen the last of him?
Without a word, he exited our suite.
I was left to wonder if my big mouth hadsealed my fate.
Sometimes the beauty of a secret is not what it is meant to be.
Do you keep it?
