Worth It

The night was overwhelming with the fragrance of rain, the roll of thunder reverberating over the city as Tyrone inclined against the windows, gazing out at the obscured boulevards underneath. His contemplations were a tangled mess, as they had been for weeks presently.

He wasn’t beyond any doubt how it had happened, how he had gone from a casual, no-strings-attached course of action to this—this thing that was beginning to feel hazardously near to something real. He wasn’t assumed to feel this way.

It had begun out basic, simple. Some drinks, many chuckles, and after that one night, they had finished up in bed together. It was just sex, fair and eluded from the stresses of their lives.

But now, as he waited for her to reach, Tyrone couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in his intestine that this was getting to be something more, something he wasn’t beyond any doubt he was prepared for.

The delicate thump on the door pulled him from his contemplations, and his heart skipped a beat. H