Chapter 8: "A Temporary Reprieve"

"Good morning, my love," Keith said, gazing into my face. I replied sadly, "Morning."

Keith noticed my somber mood and asked, "Is everything alright?"

I faked a smile, trying to reassure him. "I'm fine, baby."

But Keith's concern only deepened. He slid his hands between my thighs, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

However, I pulled away, my resolve firm. "Wait... I think we should take a break. I'm going back to work tomorrow."

Keith's expression changed from concern to alarm. "Kimberly, are you breaking up with me?"

I quickly clarified, "No, just from sex. I'm exhausted. You're great in bed, but please spare me."

Keith looked hurt, asking, "Did I hurt you?"

I reassured him, "You were a tiger last night! I mean it as a compliment, but I'm human too."

Keith teased, "You're complaining about sex? You've got to be kidding me."

I raised my voice, exasperated. "We've been having sex all night, every night! Friday, Saturday, and Sunday? No way!"

Keith shouted, "I'm going to marry you, darn it!"

My resolve crumbled, and I smiled sinfully. "Forget the break. Let's take a hot bath instead."

As we soaked in the warm water, Keith asked, What's wrong? You seemed sad this morning."

I sighed, "I'm just stressed about work. And us. I don't want to lose myself in this relationship."

Keith understood, "I get it. We'll find a balance. I promise."

Later, we visited my family for Thanksgiving dinner. My sister Ashley asked, "So, Kim, who's the handsome guy next to you?"

I introduced Keith as my high school friend, but my father looked unconvinced.

Keith sat beside me, confused, as my sisters asked him to tell them about himself. I intervened, suggesting he help with serving food instead.

As we sat down to eat, my father asked Keith about his intentions. Keith replied, "I love Kimberly, and I plan to make her happy."

My father nodded, seemingly satisfied.

After dinner, we watched a movie together, Keith's hand in mine. I felt grateful for this moment of normalcy.

As the night drew to a close, Keith whispered, "I love you."

I smiled, feeling my heart full. "I love you too."

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Here is the revised continuation of Chapter 8:

As the night wore on, my father couldn't help but ask more questions. "So, Keith, how did you and Kimball meet?"

Keith smiled, "We were high school friends, sir. We reconnected recently."

My father raised an eyebrow, "High school friends? That's interesting. What made you two reconnect?"

Keith replied, "We bumped into each other at a coffee shop. It was like no time had passed at all."

My sister Ashley chimed in, "That's so cool! Did you have a crush on Kimball in high school?"

Keith laughed, "No, we were just friends. We hung out in the same group."

My father asked, "So, Keith, what do you do for a living?"

Keith replied, "I'm a freelance writer, sir. I write articles and stories."

My father nodded, but his expression turned cold. "I see. Well, Keith, I hope you're not getting too comfortable around here."

Keith sensed the tension and replied, "No, sir. I just appreciate your hospitality."

My father's eyes narrowed. "I'm sure you do. Just remember, Kimball is a good kid, and I don't want to see him getting into any trouble."

I knew my father's homophobia was simmering just below the surface, and I worried that he might discover our secret. I quickly intervened, "Dad, let's not grill Keith with questions. He's just a friend."

My father's expression turned skeptical, but he said nothing more. The rest of the evening was strained, with my father's disapproval of Keith hanging in the air like a challenge.