Three Little Words
Originally published at Fire at Dawn. You can comment here or there.
1st of June, Year 40
Last night I stopped by the manor to give Luthor a present. I finally finished the robes I’ve been working on for him and felt compelled to give them to him right away. It was late, but I figured he wouldn’t mind and of course he didn’t. In fact, he was glad I stopped by.
He loved the gift. I was right, the pattern is perfect for him. The black compliments his hair and the white offset his skin radiantly. He looked stunning in every sense of the word.
I hadn’t planned to spend the night but Luthor persuaded me-with his touch and his gaze as well as his words. He asked me to stay the night, and I obliged. Every time we make love it feels sweeter, and I feel all the more close to him. And, additionally, the more I realize how far down this rabbit hole I’ve fallen.
Afterwards Luthor whispered a single word into my ear: “Stay.” It was the same word he’d murmured earlier, and I thought he’d meant just the night. I was wrong.
He asked me to move in with him, Journal.
I was shocked. I broke down… I cried. Fully, for the first time in about 15 years. He held me in his arms and asked me not to make the mistake of falling in love with him. But it’s too late. We both knew that, we just couldn’t-were afraid to-form the words on our lips until just then. Somewhere amongst the tears, past the fear and the pain, we realized together what was:
I already have fallen in love with him.
And he with me.
My answer, after all that, was simple. I agreed to move in, to wake each morning with him next to me. I know what people will think, will say. It’s too soon, it’s too fast. My head understands their worry, my heart doesn’t care. I think I’m allowed to be impulsive for once, to follow my heart.
Telling Kass will be a nightmare, though.