Excerpts from Secrets, Revelations, and Salvation
Those forbidden words were in my head again, forbidden feelings in my heart, and I argued with myself about whether to just tell him. “Damon, I . . .” I stopped myself. I was afraid of what would happen if I crossed that line—whether I’d be able to save myself when the time came. There were so many impossibilities for us to be together, yet somehow, here we were.
He put his hand on my cheek, and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “Damon, I don’t want to go out with him,” I said, looking into his bottomless eyes. “I don’t want to be with anyone but you.” It wasn’t I love you, but it was the best I could do for now to articulate the depth of my feelings for him.
He leaned in and kissed me, making my brain spin off incoherently. As he pressed into me, he hurt my collarbone, and I inhaled sharply. “I’m sorry,” he said, pulling away quickly. “I got a little carried away.” He grinned, and I felt like I would melt. “I should go get dressed,” he said and got up and headed to my bedroom. “Solo tu,” he said as he walked away.
Only you? He quietly said only you as he walked away. It was probably a good thing that I had a moment alone, although letting him walk away when he was wearing nothing but a towel should be punishable with jail time. Did he have similar feelings for me? I needed to collect myself and organize my thoughts. We had a lot to talk about, and I needed to prioritize and brace myself for the bad news I anticipated was coming.
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