You’re not twenty-two anymore. Bradley hasn’t been your be-all and end-all for quite some time. Maybe you need him to know that.
Or maybe you’re just scared that if he speaks unprompted, he’ll break your heart again.
You swallow slightly, praying your voice holds. “Tell me this is real.”
“Of course this is real. It’s the only real thing in this whole goddamn town.”
You're almost nose to nose. Pressed up against him, your legs braced on each side of his thighs, you can feel everything.
It's the first time you've felt anything since you slept together at the Oscars.
“I've been really lonely,” You admit, biting your lip. “Everyone's getting married, and having kids, and I've just been stuck here.”
You've never said any of this aloud before. It feels like a failure - you've been handed a life that most people could only dream of, and you're miserable.
What could've been plagues your every turn.
