Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

Then I remembered the two girls who made my heartbeats steadier and
my evenings warmer, and I knew I just couldn’t stop there.
They deserved the truth, they deserved to have their parents avenged.
Sofia had been… incredible in the last month. We still haven’t had sex,
but we did plenty of other things with and to each other. Nearly every night,
when Valentina fell asleep— in her own room, by the way, we would lay
together, kiss, touch, caress, anything we felt like at the moment.
I was twenty eight and hadn’t had a real relationship before, at least not
since college where my longest relationship had taken place. It lasted four
months, then we graduated and both went our different ways. No hard
feelings. Other than that, I’d lasted maybe a month or two with other women I
dated, but none of them made me feel even a third of what Sofia made me
feel, let alone fall in love with them.
Just laying next to Sofia while watching a movie was enough. I didn’t
even need to be touching her because her simple presence was soothing to
my soul.
The more time went by, the harder it became to deny my feelings for her.
And I knew I didn’t have to anymore, but I didn’t want to scare her off. We’d
agreed to take things slowly, make the best out of the small moments we got
to ourselves. I didn’t want to scare her off by telling her my feelings for her
were growing so fast and so big that I was convinced I was already halfway
in love with her.
Plus, I had never been really good at expressing my feelings. My love
language, like my sister would say, were acts of service. Whether it was
buying her favorite snacks so she could eat them while we were having our
weekly movie night, or spending the whole weekend painting Valentina’s
room pink after she requested it because she thought the white walls were too
bland.
I loved seeing their faces light up whenever I did those small things for
them. It warmed my heart more than any words ever could.