Friends Without Benefits (Knitting in the City)
“It felt like an unpleasant, heavy topic; like a rusty car or unmanageable box of poo. Whenever he asked me how I was doing in relation to the pressure of paparazzi or the stalker I changed the subject. I didn’t want to talk about it.
We were having such a good time during our conversations I didn’t want to ruin it. I loved them.
In fact, it dawned on me just as I was drifting off to sleep on Sunday night that I loved hearing about his day—not because it was exciting, but because I loved being there for him. I loved being his sounding board, offering support, and helping him reason through issues, problems. I loved giving him that part of myself.
All of this added together meant that I was letting him in. In fact, he was already in. He’d breached my fortress walls, he had a mancave in my citadel of seclusion and we were picking out curtains for the barred windows. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.
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