Confessions

He could feel her frustration, knowing he was considering leaving.

“What?” She sat up behind him to demand. “Rushing off to your other lover so soon?”

He gritted his teeth. His eyes flicking over his shoulder to give her an icy blue look. “I am faithful to you.”

How quickly she’d returned to the former subject.

“You’re a killer.” She argued.

We both know that.

She said it like an accusation. As if that unconscionable behavior was evidence that he wasn’t loyal to her.

I suppose in her mind that makes some semblance of sense.

“A cold blooded one.” He agreed tonelessly.

“You’re ruthless and brutal.”

When necessary.

“Without blinking.”

“You never listen.”

Not when I have good reason not to.

“No, I don’t.”

“You do whatever you want.”

I wish I had such freedom.

He tossed her another look. Profile outlined starkly in the darkness. “I do nothing I want. I do what I must.” It was the one point he would argue aloud.

“Which is?”

Nothing I can tell you.

“Too complicated to explain.”

“Because I’m