Je t'aime

“Well no wonder why, if your reaction towards it was to be an idiot” said Maeve, although at the least she was no longer actively leaving but rather standing while trying to look as intimidating as she could while dressing up. She realized after his whole explanation that her defensive attitude while, in her opinion, correct didn’t make things better.

She stared at him thinking about his words, her confession had been genuine, but an sleepy I love you was not the same than to say it while fully awake and facing him “I…I do” said Maeve as she took one of the coffees and sat on the bed again. “I…shit Lucien we have done this for a year, and the friend thing for maker knows how long and each day we spend together, I never tire of it you know” her words were clunky, more than anything that had came from her lips in years “Like it’s easy to look at you and want this forever, and smile like a fucking idiot just because you kissed my neck and called me pretty, or because you went with me for a fucking walk in the gardens”

She took a deep breath “I know how to fake love, but I think I couldn’t fake what I feel even if I tried” and after that she sipped from her coffee, hoping that she would burn her tongue to never ever talk again