And I find it almost touching. If he liked the feeling, it won't be his last. I added, recalling the conversation I overheard at the beginning of their affair. I couldn't bring myself to say her name. He tried to hold my hand, and I pulled myself toward the door of the cab, causing him to grab hold of my skirt.
Some guys are so naive.
Partly because I only hate lying when it gets to be a chore and because I would hate myself more for hurting him with the truth. Relieved by the calming effect this had on me, he released my skirt. I wasn't sure I really loved you. He was touching my hair, slowly outlining my face with his fingertips. You can't just trash our relationship over this.