Pete wants more than she can offer. Decision time, m'lady. [Btw, this is not an erotic story.]
Sighing loudly, I looked down at the tea-stained paper again, moving my chin slowly, maybe even seductively- I didn't know what the hell I was doing, anyway. The words seemed to laugh at me. Like every single letter sprouted some sort of mouth to open and just laugh at me. Lounging in the remnants of my worst fears coming to life. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't love him anymore. And yet, something pierced my heart when I think of his absence. I couldn't possibly handle that either. I was fucking swimming in adhesive material at that point. His arm was loosening it's hold on my waist. He couldn't possibly be able to read my mind now, of all the times. This, by far, had to be the climax of our love. It was now or never. I had to make a decision. His arm lingered on my waist now, his palm and fingers touching my skin enough to make it tingle. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face, his Labrador eyes drooping slightly as he predicted my next move. I closed my eyes as his fingertips moved away. Away from me, away from three years of commitment, away from... love. My eyes were so tight I could almost feel my eyelids pushing against my cornea. It was now or never. We had made it this far. This was judgment day.
And I reached for the hem of my shirt.