Vanilla
“You’re breaking up with me?” I asked softly, my eyes focused on the grey city skyline beyond the bedroom window. “Not… breaking up,” Ivan said uncomfortably. “I just think we should… y’know… have a break.” I literally could not believe the audacity of this man. Here we were, lying naked in his bed on a Sunday morning and he’d chosen now to end our four year relationship. I felt the tears creep into my eyes and hurriedly blinked them away. Now was not a good time to turn on the fucking...