“Want, I realized. What I felt was need. I wanted him, needed him to gather me in his arms and kiss me like he had promised. “Because when I finally take those lips in mine, it will be the furthest thing from pretending.” That was what he had said. And wasn’t what I was feeling inside – what threatened to spill out and turn my life around – the furthest thing from a lie? From pretending? It was. Consequences be damned, but it was.”
