Such a small word to lodge in my throat like this, making it hard to speak, swallow, or even breathe. It isnít there all the time, or even the majority of it, but when it comes, it swells with logarithmic proportions until it taints everything.
He could have anyone - not that Iíd ever mention that fact to him as it would swell an already entirely too big ego to indescribable levels - but he chose me. Not that Iím anything but a prize catch, but still...
Itís easy to forget the word when heís on me, in me, focused solely on me. The golden flecks in his hazel eyes brighten then, and the dark wings of his brows swoop and dip as he concentrates on prolonging the moment, the small circle of peace weíve found together.
Itís just as easy to lose the word when Iím in him and heís straining upward, sweat sheening the tense muscles of his chest as he twists, searching for that moment of perfection. His eyes are half-closed then, and his hands knead at my arms as soft whispers of pleasure spill past his lips, though none of them are the answer I seek.
Itís not there during the frantic, everyday life here, the mad rush to catalog technology, find new power sources and new trading partners, and it vanishes utterly when he glances at me during a briefing and smirks in such a way that I know what heís wishing we were doing.
Most of the time the word is small, unobtrusive, but every so often, late at night, if I happen to be alone, it grows, three tiny letters that carry the weight of a collapsing star, drawing all of me toward the oblivion of a life without him.
I want to ask, but at the same time I donít want to know, and that more than anything tells me how screwed I am. I mean, when have I not wanted to know the answer to every question possible?
I wonít ask; I canít. Iíll take what I have and push the question away when it rises: swallowing it wonít kill me but the answer might.
Cowardly, yes, better than the alternative, the needy Ďwhy meí that Iíll keep swallowing, ignoring the seeds it plants deep within me in favor of concentrating on whatís in front of me, beside me, with me.
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