Daniella
My voice was quiet but firm, my chest heaving as I continued staring at the ceiling, the reality of my weakness crashing over me. Tyler didn’t move. He remained on the bed, then finally turned to me. His voice was low, almost like a plea. “No way, Daniela. You don’t mean that.”
I sat up and pulled the sheets over myself, my heart pounding. “I do mean it, Tyler. This... this was a mistake. Again.”
He shook his head in disagreement, climbed off the bed and stepped closer, his pants still crumpled on the floor as his naked body glistened.
“Stop pretending, Dani," he started, his voice firm. “You can’t keep fighting this. What we have, it’s real. You felt it just now, same as I did.”
I laughed sharply, bitterly, swinging my legs off the bed to stand but still keeping the sheet cl
