I sat naked in the bed, a trembling mess. A tear-stained face, with the bedsheets pulled up around my body, while Gio sat naked with his back to me. I think it was safe to say he was upset at me.
Though, I cannot lie, he had hurt me a little with his assumptions, but, at the same time, I do not think I could blame him for thinking the things he did. We had known each other close to six months now, and in that time I had pushed him away consistently. Yet, he had stayed there each and every time. He remained there for me. He never stopped wanting me. And never stopped loving me, it seemed.
Now, we had been avoiding the subject all night since we had agreed to be a couple, but I had been brave, or perhaps it was stupid enough, to bring it up, but the time had come that we had to talk abou
