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I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling.
He also revealed he's in love with me.
How the hell do I feel aboutthat…?
I turn last night's conversation over in my mind, and I can't deny that I love him, too. But is it friendship love or something more?
And how am I meant to tell the difference between the two?
A quiet voice in the back of my head whispers,It's something more. He's the only person you've ever opened up to like that.
That is true. There's no one else in the world I would have trusted sharing that with.
But does that mean I love him?
Part of me thinks I might, another part of me is scared that I don't know how to navigate this completely uncharted territory, and another part of me wonders what Tal actually wants.
Because that's one thing he didn't tell me.
He professed his love, but was that to get it off his chest, or does he actually want to pursue something with me?
Too many questions, not enough coffee.
I can hear Tal knocking about in the kitchen, so I suppose I should get up and deal with reality. Thankfully, my hangover isn't too severe. Good thing Tal pulled me up last night and encouraged me to swap out booze for water.
I get out of bed, and that's when I feel it—the dull pain in my ass. I smile at the reminder of the incredible, intense sex we had last night.
God, what part of last night wasn't intense? The buildup. The confessions. The fucking.
"Morning," I say, stepping into the kitchen.
Tal looks up from the stove and smiles. "Mornin', sleepy head."
Unlike me, Tal is a whiz in the kitchen.
"Wasn't sure how hungover you'd be, so I made a lot of food. All of it disgustingly greasy."
I haul my ass over to the breakfast bar. "Sounds like heaven. Can I help with anything?"
"Nope. I've got it all under control. The coffee's freshly made. Can I get you a cup?"
I start to get up. "Let me get it myself so I don't feel entirely usele—"
"No." How did Tal get to me so fast? He brushes his hand over my shoulder. "Let me get it. I… I want totake care of you."
My ass hits the stool. I think this might be Tal's way of showing me that he's cool with what I told him last night.
"Here you go."
He hands me the mug. Our fingers brush, and warm sparks crackle in my chest.
Has…has that happened before? Does my body usually react to his and I’m just noticing it now for the first time? Or are we in some post-coital bubble?
I take a few big sips, determined not to ask myself any more questions until caffeine hits my bloodstream.
As I'm drinking, Tal places all the food in front of me on the bar and hands me a plate. "Or would you like me to serve it up for you?"
I put my mug down. "What are you doing?"
