We had both grown quiet. I wanted to ask him, but I was afraid. Afraid I would lose him. I kissed his neck, stalling.
“Would you cheat on someone you love?” I asked, looking up at his face, which had quickly turned into a mask without expression.
“Why are you asking me this?” he asked.
“Because I care for you and if you were sleeping with someone else, it would hurt me, a lot. And to hurt is to steal my trust and my hopes.
“Look, I’m not like that, okay?” he said, standing ready to flee. “I do care for you. But we’ve never talked about being exclusive. I thought we were just having fun.”
“Fun’s over,” I said and left. He just watched me go. I realized he may not have cheated on me, I’ll never know, but now it’s over.
Lisa is the host at d’verse Prosery Monday and challenges us to write a prose story of no more than 144 words that includes the line “to hurt is to steal” a line from the song “Mysterious Ways” on U-2’s album Achtung Baby.
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 