Come What May, Pt. 104
I head back to my room about an hour later, where Peter is just waking up. He pulls me down into bed with him. “I’m so happy to be going home,â? he says sleepily. “So am I,â? I respond. “Are you sure you aren’t angry at me for not going with you?â? he asks. “No baby, I’m fine. I’m okay with Ollie going with me. You just catch up on your rest back in London.â? He grins and kisses me. “Yes, and you get some rest too, because after a week of being away from you, you’ll need the energy.â?
I laugh, but I feel a bit sad. Peter, for all of his narcissism, doesn’t deserve this. I feel like clearing the air. I don’t want to sneak around behind his back anymore. I want to tell him that Oliver and I are in love, and that we’re planning to be together.
I swallow hard. I should wait until I’ve talked this over with Oliver. We should be telling him together, but I need to do this while I’ve mustered up the courage to do so. He’ll be angry, but the pretense will be gone.
“Peter darling, I have something to tell you.”