Calvin

There it is.

I’ve laid it all on the line for her.

My heart is in the palm of her hand to do with as she pleases.

She takes a moment to process my words. She turns toward me, wide-eyed, slack-jawed, unable to speak. I brush wet strands of her hair from her face. My thumbs caress her jawline as I stare deep into her caramel eyes, imploring her to love me, to accept my confession, and to allow us to move on together.

She looks back toward the truck. She ...