Like two puppies, we settled on the sofa. He didn't speak for a while and neither did I as I nestled against his chest with his right hand wrapped around me. 'what happened Jeff?'
Those were the unspoken words that couldn't force themselves out of my mouth. Not that I didn't have the boldness to ask, I was just scared of the answer that could follow. With all I have had to deal with in the past days, I didn't want the moment to end. This kind of cuddle, closure, the euphoria that came with being in his arms were all I had missed.
"Pinkdove, I'm really sorry for everything" his words startled me as he spoke suddenly. Hearing him use the fond name he addresses me with melted my heart afresh. I almost rose to plant a kiss on his lips but I held myself. "There is something I have to tell you" he continued. I adjusted myself to face him as my heartbeat resumed its throbbing. "I'm...I'm sorry I did not tell you before now. Do you remember..."
As he talked on, I held my breath and fixed my gaze on my lap.
Gradually I relaxed and my breathing regulated to normal with the conversation taking a reassuring but unexpected direction. I looked into his eyes at interval, I needed to be sure he was being honest with me. I managed to suppress my fury at his revelation. I couldn't believe he could keep all he was saying from me.
Did he see me as a child or a shallow person that he couldn't share his ordeal with me? I couldn't help but wonder.
After a lengthy terse conversation in which we both argued and cried, we made up and reaffirmed our love for each other. I left his place very late that evening, not minding the query that would await me at home.
That evening at home, I couldn't take my mind off the conversation I had with Jeff. I cringed at just the thought of all that Jeff have had to deal with the whole time...