“Shit, that puts me in a tough spot.” He puts his hands on his hips and paces in front of me.
“I know,” I reply miserably. I just can't lie... not to him. I put a hand over my heart. Trying to hold in my misery through the hole that's there. My emotions are all over the place.
He stops in front of the window and gazes out at the sea. The whitecaps look like whipping cream against a green that mimics the grayness of the sky, the water reflecting the turmoil of my day....
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