{Anthony}
I watched Ian pour coffee into his mug from my perch on the couch. It hurt to even look at him now. He glanced over at me for a moment, then looked down at his shoes. I could see the pain in his eyes.
It had been exactly a week since our little "incident" happened. He had been icing me out completely, and it broke my heart. I loved him, I really truly did. But I hurt him, and Ian doesn't deserve someone who would hurt him.
I barely even got out of bed this week. I would just lay there for hours, music blasting in my ears. I had tried to talk to him when I did get up, but he either ignored me or walked away.
As Ian walked over towards the living room, my heart skipped a beat. But he brushed past me, settling in an armchair on the other side of the room. I watched him for a moment, then plugged in my earbuds. I just needed to get him off my mind.
And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand.
Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love, without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on.
But I know, all I know, is that the end's beginning.
Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart.
Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent.
All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain.
All is lost, hope remains, and this war's not over.
I closed my eyes, letting the sound reverberate through me. I felt at peace for a moment as the song continued to play.
{Ian}
I was so tired of ignoring Anthony. I loved him, and I knew that he loved me too. I just think he was so against the idea of him being gay that he lashed out. I wanted him so bad, and I always had.
I looked over at him, sprawled across the couch, eyes closed. He looked so perfect, and I knew right then I had to kiss him.
{Anthony}
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and opened my eyes. Ian was directly above me, his eyes full of forgiveness.
"I'm so sorry," He mouthed, and leaned down.
The moment our lips connected everything felt better. He clasped his hands behind my neck, and I pulled him down onto the couch, never once breaking the kiss. He bit my bottom lip gently.
This felt perfect.
Everything felt right.
I eventually pulled away, gasping for air.
And this love will conquer all.
"I'm so sorry," I said, intertwining our fingers. He lay atop me, head on my chest. "I never meant what I said. I just needed time to process."
"I know," Ian sighed. "I was pushing you too hard."
"No!" I protested, tracing my fingers up and down his back. "I was just slightly in shock. But I know it now."
"Know what?" He asked, looking up into my eyes.
"That I love you."
{Ian}
My heart stopped.
Anthony loved me.
Anthony Padilla loved me.
Nothing could stop me from trembling as I leaned up, pressing my lips against his. He was shaking as well, I could feel him quivering underneath me. I traced my fingers up and down his spine, slipping my hand underneath his gray t-shirt.
As we continued to kiss, a thought struck me. How were we going to continue this? We didn't live here in Sacramento, and we both had loving girlfriends. We couldn't be in a relationship like this.
I pulled away, and removed my hands from Anthony's shirt. He looked down at me qquestioningly, his eyebrows knitted together. I sat up, still straddling him.
"We both have girlfriends. You have a fiancee. What the hell are we going to do?" I watched his expression change as the thought dawned him.
"I don't fucking know. We'll figure it out though, we always do." He leaned up to kiss me again, but I backed away, pressing my palms against his chest.
"Not until we're together for real," Anthony's face fell, and he out shifted from underneath me.
"I guess... I guess I was just being stupid. I was so caught up in this, in us, that I didn't stop to think about Kalel, or Melanie. They're sitting at home, waiting for us to come back, and we're over here doing each other."
"We take the first flight back tomorrow, so we'll be in L.A by 8:00 A.M. Then you know what we have to do." I suddenly became nervous, realizing what I'd have to do.
Anthony was apparently thinking the same thing as he spoke. "Kalel is going to be heartbroken. We were going to be married." He fell silent again, lost in his thoughts.
"I've been with Melanie for seven years. She isn't going to take this well." Anthony didn't respond, and I looked down at him.
He had fallen asleep, the day's events wearing down on him. I slid next to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him tightly against me. I buried my face in his neck and drifted off listening to the sound of his slow breathing.
