All's Fair in Love
Fire and Ice.
My hands moved to cup his face and I leaned closer to him, my lips only a hairs length way. So close that I could practically taste the wine on his breath. In as much fun as it's been, the reality was that I couldn’t have them both. But this wasn’t just about me alone. It was about us. Our friendship. Our family’s.
“I love you both,” I said. But, was that what he wanted to hear?
Of course not.
He reached out and grabbed my arm, shaking his head. “Let me rephrase that.” he took off his glasses and placed them on the stool to his right. “I’m asking if you’d choose me, Lisa…”