It all started at a party. I was there with my fiancé and Michael was there with his current fling. Things had not been going well at home and my fiancé was talking with Michael’s girl in another room about our problems (unbeknown to me) while I was mingling with everyone else at the party.
I didn’t think anything of him talking to her as they had known each other for a few years and my fiancé had told me previously he had no physical attraction to her. Well that was all well and good until I went to the bathroom and overheard them talking in the next room. I pressed my ear to the wall and heard my man spilling his guts to his ‘friend’ about our relationship problems. None of this concerned me too much until I heard him proposition her and ask her if she wanted to have a quick fuck, right there and then saying it would solve some of his problems.
I ran to find Michael who was in one of the bedrooms resting and fell into his arms crying. I told him what I had just heard and he tried his best to comfort me. He wasn’t too upset with what he had heard, as he and his fling had only been dating a little while and he realised his relationship with her was short lived at best. I asked him to take me anywhere but here or my place, so we drove back to his place to talk.
We sat on the couch and he got me a drink to calm me down and I told him everything that had been going on. I had known Michael for about 5 years and I knew he had a real soft spot for me since he first met me but it hadn’t affected our friendship and I considered him one of my best friends.
I cried a fair bit and he was the perfect gentleman, just holding me and comforting me. It got to about 2am and we decided that sleep was the best option so he made up the spare bed and we said goodnight to each other.
After about half an hour I couldn’t stand being alone anymore so I went and knocked on his bedroom door. He was still awake too and asked if I wanted to sit up and talk some more, I shook my head and asked if I could just sleep next to him. He moved over and I climbed in.
I started to cry again and he put his arm around me holding me close. We stayed like that for a while, spooned together, until I had calmed down again and then I turned to face him.
He wiped away the tears still on my cheek and asked me if I was feeling better. I nodded and told him that I had decided to break it off with my fiancé, this was the last straw and I need to move on with someone that truly loves and respects me.
“I love you” he whispered.
I looked into his eyes and saw just how much love was there. I moved a little closer and went to kiss him on the cheek. He turned his face so our lips met but I couldn’t pull away.