I don’t want to wait.
I wantnow.
I wanthim.
While it feels likethis.
Before reality catches up and ruins it.
I’m in control—swear.
Ineedthis. I can handle this.
Andrew stands taller,
reaching for my hand
that’s gripping the back of his neck.
At first, I think he’s pulling me away.
Until he slides our joint hands down to his chest,
and settles it there, right in the center.
The heat of him pumps through his shirt.
And he wets his lips.
“When you say nothin’ beyond this,
“you sayin’ only tonight…
“or only for now?”
He says it, pained?—
a man who read the last page of a book
he should’ve never cracked open.
I hate it.“I’m sayin’ if you never see me again after tonight… would you still want me now, even if tonight’s all you get?”
Andrew’s head drops fast,
hearing the ending behind the words.
“Dio mio… perché adesso?”
The words leave him in a cursed whisper.
“Questo è il castigo, huh?”
His laugh breaks halfway through, bitter.
Then he lifts his head again,
eyes not meeting mine but looking past me,
