#Chapter 113 What Really Happened

I lay with my head resting against Andrew’s bare sweaty torso, running my fingers through his thick, dark chest hair. He stroked my golden hair soothingly with one hand and had the other placed lightly on my waist. I listened to our breathing falling into rhythm with each other, our hearts beating in synchronicity. I thought about what we just did and how enjoyable it had been. I thought about the argument that had led up to it. I wondered if we could really get past what we had said, if we should get past it, given what everyone else wanted. Lying with Andrew in that moment, I knew one thing for certain: I loved that man, and if I truly loved him, I couldn’t have any more secrets between us. That meant I had to start telling him the truth—starting with the biggest truth that no one knew but Bob and me. I propped myself up on my elbow, prompting Andrew to look at me. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice still peacefully groggy with post-sex endorphins. “I have something that I