Photographer: Kruse Photography
Model: BT Urruela
“Don’t play stupid Skye! Us, I want to talk about us.” “Fucking Christ Colin, there is no us! What do I have to do to get it through to you?” “Say you don’t love me.” “What? Don’t be fucking ridiculous.” “Say it Skye. If there’s really no us, tell me right now that you don’t love me. That you don’t feel the same fucking way about me that I feel about you.” I take a step towards her. “I’m not going to say that because it isn’t true. I do love you. But like a friend.” “Just a friend?” I ask as I take another step closer to her, forcing her to take another step backwards, her back against the wall. Our close proximity is getting to her, I can see it in her breathing and her body language. Leaning in, I brush my lips against hers.