One kiss

I searched James’ face for the ‘but’. For the lie. For the deception.... But it’s not there.

“Why now? Why all of a sudden are you so willing to change your mind?”

There was a part of me, despite seeing the truth mirrored in his eyes, that just couldn’t believe it. There was a catch. There was always a catch.

His fingers ran through his mess of hair, and for the first time since we’ve been in here, I took in his appearance. He was in a suit, but the undershirt had the top few buttons popped, showing off his toned chest. The only time he’d ever done that was when he was stressed.

His hair was a mess, most likely from running his fingers through the strands hundreds of times. A light stubble dotted his otherwise normally clean-shaven face.

The man in front of me wasn’t the James I was used to seeing.

“You want honesty, Rosa?” he huffed out a humorless laugh, “I don’t fucking know. You said something about this pull that you felt when I woke up in the hospital. You called it lo