Apologies
I didn’t understand why he had been silent for the third day. Dean always says something - even when he shouldn't. Even when it would be better to remain silent. I walked into the room and froze. There was honey on the floor. Beer is nearby. And he was sitting on the box with our board game. Dean. Just out of the shower: wet hair, wet collarbones, shirt unbuttoned so that I could see my chest. And lace. Black, thin, completely indecent. He asked: honey, game, beer or me. And at that moment I finally understood. He doesn't know how to say "I'm sorry." Instead, he laid out everything he had in front of me. And myself too. I chose. Without a single hesitation.
About Apologies
I didn’t understand why he had been silent for the third day. Dean always says something - even when he shouldn't. Even when it would be better to remain silent. I walked into the room and froze. There was honey on the floor. Beer is nearby. And he was sitting on the box with our board game. Dean. Just out of the shower: wet hair, wet collarbone...Read more