Paper Faces - 50. Surreal

We're at an impasse. We could keep talking in circles, but finally I have to know. "So if you hate me…" I'm surprised by how soft my voice is. I'm afraid that speaking louder would make the words real. "Why did you want to see me today?"

He studies me, his eyes fixing me in place before he runs his fingers through his hair. His hand settles on the table so close to mine that I can feel his heat. "It was hard enough for other men to compete with a fantasy of you, Jasper. It's impossible with a memory."