Free The Military Mistress by Melody Prince Page B

a slight smile spread across his face as he takes my hand in his own, and holds it on my leg.
                  “That's degrading, if there has to be a title I prefer mistress,” I correct him.
                  We get back to my house, and continue our conversation slightly. We go up to my room, and lay on my bed, but he is laying across the foot of my bed, and I am sitting facing him.
                  “Do you think you want to leave her?” I ask quietly.
                  “I don't know.” He doesn't look at me,”I mean I do love you, I know I do and I always will, but I love her too.”
                  There is another pang in my chest, “But who would you be happier with?”
                  “You, but it isn't that simple, we fight all the time, and I just don't know if it can be fixed, but I'm sure she would want to try.”
                  I nod, and look down, this is not how I pictured this conversation going, but I also don't know what I expected.
                  “So what do you want to do then?” I wonder.
                  “I think I'm going to call her, and tell her how I feel, and see what she has to say,” He slowly gets up, and I can feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes, but I don't want to cry in front of him. Not now. I follow him to my front door, he pulls me close to his chest, and holds me in a tight embrace.
                  “I'll come back in a little,” He whispers into my hair, and I nod because I know that if I say anything the tears will begin to come pouring out.
                  “No matter what, Maia, I love you, and I always will.”
                  He lets go of me, and places his hands on my cheek and lightly kisses my lips. Even though it is such a light kiss it still makes me weak. He turns to the door, and walks out. The second the door shuts I sink to the floor unable to stop the tears streaming from my face. What have I done: Why did I put myself in this position? For the first time I feel unsure about what is going to happen between Jake and me, and it scares me to think about that.
     
                  I sat in bed and watching some show that I wasn't really watching, anything to keep my mind off of texting Jake until he come back over. I can't stop biting my nails, and thinking of the worst case scenario. I've never felt so stupid, but I don't know what is going to happen. Two hours goes by, and Jake texts me that he's coming over again, my heart skips a beat. I'm not sure if it is a good or a bad thing, but at least I know that wasn't the last time I was going to see him. He comes over and I left the door unlocked for him so he comes right up to my room, and sits on my bed with me.
                  “So what happened?” I ask, unsure if I really want to know the answer.
                  “She wants to work things out,” He says simply, and without a hunt of emotion on his face. I know he isn't too happy about it.
                  “Do you?” I wonder, as I'm back to holding back tears.
                  “I don't want to hurt anyone, but I know that isn't an option.”
                  “I just want you to be happy.”
                  “No matter what happens could we still be friends?” He asks, and I'm not sure how to respond.
                  “I don't know Jake...”
                  “I love having you to talk to, I can tell you anything, you know how to talk to me, and she doesn't.”             
                  “That's because I've known you longer, and I'm studying to be a therapist,” I shake my head.
                  “Is that a no?”
                  “I don't know, we will see, I just know that I like having you in my life because I like talking to you