Torn Between Two Men

Instead of an honest response or reasonable explanation to defend his wrongdoing, Dylan simply stared at me in the eye. Emptiness dominated his once-expressive eyes.

A part of me wanted to believe that he was simply drunk or was carried by the sensation or good ambiance of the room after consuming three glasses of wine, but no. He was sober and knew what he did as he kissed me.

While I was mirroring his profound stares, my entire body was frozen like still, and my lips yearned for more. Shit. What are you thinking, Elaine? One time when he passed out in my apartment, I kissed him once before and expressed my feelings.

Even if he asked me about how to take responsibility for my actions a few days after that, he still ignored my confession and still treated me as his best friend and secretary. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Then he kissed me again instead of an explanation, this time, he possessed a bit of aggression. The worst part, I closed my eyes and simply let hi