"Can we go somewhere private to talk?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His promise has stirred something within me, a longing to share the full story of my past. I'm curious to see how he'll react, to gauge if he'll see me differently.
"Sure," he agrees, his hand finding mine and giving it a gentle squeeze. He leads us to his office.
As he settles behind his desk, I take a seat opposite him, my fingers fidgeting in my lap. Nerves flutter in my stomach. Opening up about this part of my life is never easy. Maybe it would have been easier if we had just been regular mates, but we're not. But as I consider what I have to lose by telling him, I realize it's not much. He can't use my past against me or my family. At worst, it might change ho
