Choices

Alex's smile spread across his face, but then it changed to a look of guilt. "You don’t mean that. That woman... she's messing with your head." He murmured as he looked away from you.

You shook your head, stepping closer and pulled his back to you. "She's not," you insisted, your thumb brushing his cheek. "I know what I feel is real. Before with Jimmy it was like a haze, I was being led down a path that I had **** in. This is different It’s not her—it’s my choice and I'm choosing you. What do you choose?" You asked.

Alex was breathing deep and slow now, as his eyes darted all over you looking for some unknown sign, the weight of your question pressing down on him.

Then, his hands found your waist, hesitant at first, before tightening as he made up his mind. “You,” he said softly. “Always you.” His forehead dropped against yours. His grip on your waist pulling you closer as your lips met.