She held nothing back when she kissed him. She didn’t know how to hold anything back with him, anyway. He pulled too much out of her, and she was too eager to give him whatever he asked for, anyway.

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She held him and choked back the words that wanted to be said. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying it.

Not yet.

Not yet, she told herself. But soon. Soon, he would feel it, too, and then she could say them.

Her heart screamed them, but she didn’t say them, not when they laughed about hoping they hadn’t broken the car again, grabbed their clothes, got dressed, and went inside.

Later, he made love to her again, long and sweet, and she wept because she needed to say them. But she didn’t, because she couldn’t.

And she wondered how long it would be before she could stop holding them inside her, wondered how long it would take before they broke her apart.

Would everything change if she said them? Would he not want her again?

On Sunday evening, when life began to intrude into her idyll again, he smiled, and she thought, from the look in his eyes, that he might say it. Her heart leapt madly, beat wildly, when he stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her like that, with so much tenderness.

“We have a party coming up at work. It’s one of the formal things we throw a couple of times a year – after we land a particularly big project that gets everybody an unexpected bonus, or just because people need the break.”

“Oh, that sounds nice.”

“I’m a great boss to work for. Come with me to this party.”

“What?”

“As my date. Come with me.”

It wasn’t what she’d hoped for, but it was something, wasn’t it? It was public acknowledgment that they were together. It was a step forward. She smiled and nodded.

“I’d love to,” she told him, and she meant it.

They would come. The words she needed, they would come.

She just had to have faith.

She would have faith in him, and she would wait until he was ready.

Diana was nervous, but she knew she looked great, at least, as she walked in, on his arm.

George looked incredible, of course. He always did.

“Come, let me introduce you around.”

She looked up at him, and let her doubts melt away as he walked her around, introducing her to people, most of whom seemed a little surprised, but warm. Names and faces blended together, but she didn’t mind. It was their first official appearance together as a couple. Three months together – it had been three months since their first date. It meant something. The men looked at her appreciatively. The women looked at her with envy. She didn’t mind either. In truth, she barely noticed either. She was with George. Nothing else mattered.

Charlie, as always, was warm and welcoming, and she was there with her girlfriend. When George had to talk business, Charlie and Sophia made sure they stayed by Diana’s side, and Diana didn’t feel like such an outsider.

“He throws a great party,” said Charlie, and Diana chuckled.

“You mean you throw a great party, Charlie. He might be paying for it, but you’re the one who did all the work.”

“Yes, you are,” said Sophia, and Diana sighed a little. They were such a unit, so in love. She wanted that. She wanted that with George.

“Excuse me, ladies. I need to powder my nose.”

Charlie pointed the way, and Diana went, hoping she still looked like she belonged. George had been talking work for a while now. She might have to go looking for him, but…

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