Erosa Knowles
He released her hand and placed both his palms on the counter behind her, caging her in. â€œTell me whenâ€™s the right moment to tell another person your past bullshit, your damn secrets that you donâ€™t wanna face, your skeletons?â€ His eyes skewered hers. Everyone claimed to want to know shit, but there was a price to the telling.,â€œI know people who marry and never share some of their secrets,â€ he said, inching closer. â€œA lot of shit dies with them. How do you know when itâ€™s right to share? Because Iâ€™ve no idea how to ride that train.â€,The pink tip of her tongue leisurely moistened her lips. â€œI think when you care about someone, you build to a level of trust and you take them into your confidence.â€,A level of trust, female bullshit.,â€œYeah, but thatâ€™s the problem. Itâ€™s easier to give your body, than your deep personal shit.â€,She ducked her head.,He continued speaking in a low whisper. â€œI mean the real stuff thatâ€™s close to your heart. The fucked up shit everybody keeps locked up. Most folk donâ€™t get close enough to ever see the dark places inside.â€ He watched her swallow hard.,â€œSo I ask again, how do you know whenâ€™s the right time.â€ He leaned next to her ear and whispered. â€œAfter how many dinners, or dates? Before or after we fuck? Whatâ€™s the magic number that opens the door to my personal shit, â€˜cause I damn sure ainâ€™t telling everybody my personal business.â€,His voice remained conversationally low, calm, while nerves jumped and pulsed at the thought of sharing some of the things heâ€™d done in the past. Heâ€™d rather buy anything she demanded, or take her anywhere in the world, than fully open up and let her see some of the dark places in him. Shit, he didnâ€™t like to look inside and rarely did.,She narrowed her eyes. â€œThis isnâ€™t about everybody. Itâ€™s about you and me.â€ She pushed his chest. He stepped closer.,â€œOkay, what signals do I get to let me know I should trust you with my shit? You ready for that?â€ They looked at each other.,Her eyes slid to his chest. â€œI donâ€™t know.â€,â€œAnd therein lies the root of our problem.â€ He dropped his arms.,She shivered.,â€œYou want me to tell you everything without securing my trust. Why should I bare my soul to you? What would you do with the knowledge? Trust me? Or judge me?â€ He pulled back and stared into chocolate pools of light. Whatever this was between them marked him. Heâ€™d never considered telling a woman he dated about his past. The price of admission, Red called it.,â€œItâ€™s like leaving pieces of your soul around and thatâ€™s too damn dangerous to do on a small tip.â€
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