Excerpt
(C) TC Matson 2017
Everything came unglued and somewhere we lost our happiness. It never mattered what I did—cooked his favorite meal, pleased him in the bedroom, kept my feelings to myself and smiled as if there were nothing wrong—he turned cold, using me for his own greedy needs. I became an object. He became a ghost.
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(C) TC Matson 2017
His hazel eyes swirl with questions. “How long have you been together?”
“Eleven years.”
His eyes widen. “That’s a long time to commit to someone and not marry them.”
Hello, embarrassment…
“I think he’s crazy not to,” he murmurs.
“Can we get off this sour subject?” I ask.
He looks me dead in the eyes with an alarming shimmer of hopefulness. “Not really. This subject decides my next subject.”
I open my mouth to say something, but I have nothing. I blush maddeningly and drop my view to the black fabric of his shirt…speechless and unsure what to say.
“That was pretty direct. I’m sorry.” He leans closer to my ear when I don’t look up. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I tell the shirt, melting at his breath on my ear.
“Can I be honest with you?”
I nod.
“I’m a little heartbroken now.”
I flick my eyes to his.
“Someone who looks as exceptionally great as you within my arms reach and I find out you’re taken.”
