But I’m not going to let that happen without him getting tested. He’s slept around, and I just want to be safe.
Safe. I almost snort. My heart isn’t safe with him. My soul isn’t either.
If he’s my soul mate, I’m fucked.
With a grunt, he lays me down on the bed, yanks off the condom, maybe tosses it onto the ground, and lies down beside me.
I stare up at the ceiling. Tears fill my eyes. I can’t keep doing this to myself. It’s too much for me to handle.
When I’m composed, I look over at Rob. He’s sleeping. I’m not surprised. He has dark circles under his eyes, something he never had before. I know I’ve had to apply more concealer there than ever before. My sleep has been all screwed up, my stress level through the roof, and I don’t know if I can handle everything life has thrown my way.
And now, Rob’s caught up in it too. As much as I loved that Rob stuck up for me and stood up against my father, I wish the two had never met. I didn’t mean for him to become entangled in that whole mess.
"I should tell you this when you're awake. I should've told you this a long time ago, but I didn't want to. Even when I told myself I would tell you, I still didn't. Too much of a coward, I guess."
I watch him carefully. He looks so peaceful. Don’t tell me he needs sex in order to sleep because I am not going to sleep with him every night.
Not unless we’re together again.
Which we aren’t.