The Dreaded Text: The Unspoken Truth

You open the door and silently retreat, letting him see the devastation you tried to hide—the stale air, the messy hair, the evidence of your collapse. 

Dre steps inside, drops his bag, and the anger drains right out of him, replaced by a profound sadness.

"Lana... look at you," he whispers, moving toward you slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal. He gently takes your face in his hands.

"My news... it's the transfer. I'm moving. But the reason I didn't tell you the whole story is because I took the job to get away from you. To stop myself from saying exactly what you said on the phone."

His thumbs brush away a lingering tear, and his gaze is burning with a desperate sincerity. 

"I saw your text about being in love with me. I panicked, canceled my flight, and flew here immediately because I realized I couldn't live in a new city knowing I'd lost you completely."

He closes the distance between you, his breath warm on your ear. "The truth is, I’m in love with you too, Lana. And I'm not playing games anymore."

The confession is the release, but the years of waiting demand more.

He hauls you against him, his kiss possessive and demanding.

What do you do?

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