Between Two Men – Chapter 6: The Confession
Chapter 6: The Confession The Cabo sun was still on my skin when the plane touched down in New York. Marcus had kissed me at the terminal like a man who believed every soft word I’d whispered on the terrace. He’d held my hand the entire ride home, thumb stroking the inside of my wrist the way he always did when he was feeling especially tender. I smiled. I nodded. I let him believe I was simply tired from the flight. The second the door of my apartment closed behind me, the smile died. I dropped my suitcase and stood in the dark hallway for a long time, forehead pressed to the wall. The revelation from Cabo kept looping, sharp and merciless. I was the reason. Not some faceless mistress. Me. The bright, hungry postgraduate …