#Chapter 140: Seeing Him Again

Hugo and I kiss softly, chastely, with only our lips pressing together. Eyes closed, I lean into him, savoring the closeness. I’m going through the motions of what it should be like to kiss a man I adore. And it’s fine. Sweet, even. But mostly fine. Kissing Hugo does not elicit the same jolts of pleasure and desire rushing through me as kissing Miles did. It’s an unfair comparison, one that isn’t fair to either of them or to myself. Yet, I can’t stop myself from making them all the same. It’s this treacherous heart again, putting itself where it doesn’t belong, holding onto feelings for Miles while Hugo is right here in front of us. Available. Willing. The kiss ends without fanfare and we quietly step apart. “I hope that was alright,” Hugo says. “It was,” I assure him. “Thank you.” His face puzzles slightly. “I must really be out of practice.” “What makes you say that?” I ask. “I was hoping for better than alright,” Hugo says with a small smile. “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry.