PREVIEW: "You want her to see you for who you are now," Bikram observed, his gaze softening. It was unnerving how well he could read me.
"I don't even know who I am half the time," I admitted, a vulnerability escaping in those words.
"Does anyone?"
As I poured myself another glass of wine, Bikram sat there, "do you?" I asked him, staring over the rim of my wine glass.
"No." Bikram replied happily, he did not care that he was not a solidified person. The room was filled with the soft glow of the TV, casting shadows on the walls, and the city's distant hum filtered through the window. It was a moment suspended in time, and for the first time, I felt a connection beyond the surface with Bikram.
"You can always talk to me, Banks." Bikram whispered as I rested my head on his shoulder. His words made me smile softly.
"Thanks," I replied softly, appreciating the simplicity of his offer. It was a rare comfort, having someone extend a hand without judgement or expectation. "When did we become so close?" I wondered as I looked up from his shoulder.
"I told you I would wear you down." Bikram whispered with a smile, as he stared down at my lips.
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