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Authors: Kim Young, B. E. Laine
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“So where are we going? I wasn’t sure how to dress so …” I trail off because I get the feeling that he isn’t hearing me. I look down at my wringing hands and wait for him to speak, or start the car, something.
He suddenly grabbed my hands, making me jump and stop my nervous habit … I didn’t even realize I was doing it. His hands are masculine, but soft. I wonder what they would feel like all over me. Whoah! Where is this coming from? I have never been like this with a guy.
He tilts my head up to meet his eyes, then slides his hand to the side of my face. We just sit here in silence. “You’re scared of me,” he says, more of a statement than a question so I don’t answer. Am I scared of him? I don’t think so because I feel safe when he is here. Why would he think that?
“Why would you say that?” I ask.
“You’re jumpy if I try to touch you, and I didn’t miss your flinch when I spoke to him.”
Maybe I did jump or flinch, but that is just how I am. It has nothing to do with him. I don’t want him thinking that. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to … it’s not you … I’m not scared of you.”
He stares at me with a look of aggravation. I see his jaw tense, and he closes his eyes while taking a deep breath. Is he mad at me? I don’t understand so I just sit quietly. This is not how I envisioned tonight going.
“Don’t say you’re sorry … for anything, Kara. Okay, I believe you, but …” He trails off as he turns in his seat, breaking any contact he has with me and making me instantly sad.
I look at him, and his eyes closed, “We don’t have to go out tonight if you don’t want … rain-check?” I say, trying to sound optimistic. I fail miserably.
He doesn’t say anything. “It will be okay. I’ll go so you can go … cool off,” I say. I reach for my purse and the door handle at the same time. As soon as my hand touches the strap on my purse, he grabs my wrist. I manage not to jump, but I still freeze. I stare at his fingers wrapped completely around my tiny wrist.
“I felt that. Please, don’t go.” His hand comes up to cup my face, making me look into his pleading eyes. “Please forgive me. When he pushed you, I lost it. I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt. That’s why it’s killing me to know that you’re scared of me. I will never hurt you, I can promise you that … physically or any other way. You are special. I would really like for you to accompany me tonight, if you would still like.”
I’m in awe at this man. He is so honest. I could only wish to have said half of that as smoothly as he did. I know he defended me, but he needs to realize that he’s not here all the time so he cannot always save me. Where would he get the idea that I would ever think he would hurt me, and why does it bother him so much? My poor scattered brain is trying to process everything. This is why I haven’t gotten involved with anyone; it’s just too complicated. I just wish I did not have the feeling of wanting to be involved with him. Wait, did I really just say I wanted to be involved with someone? What is happening to me?
He has a smirk on his face now. I pull my eyebrows together. “What?”
He tries to straighten his face. “Nothing. You just looked to be lost in really deep thought.”
“Okay … so why were you laughing at me?” That’s when my stomach decides to growl; how embarrassing. Then I realize that I haven’t really eaten today because I’ve been way too distracted.
He cocks his head to the side and gives me a pointed look. “You’re hungry. We should go so I can feed you,” he says, not waiting for my answer.
“Okay.” He starts the car and backs out, leaving me missing his touch already. I know I should not feel this way, but I decide to put my past and all the thoughts aside, even if it is only for tonight.
I sit here, wringing my hands together in my lap and looking out the window when his hand appears on mine. “Oops,
He suddenly grabbed my hands, making me jump and stop my nervous habit … I didn’t even realize I was doing it. His hands are masculine, but soft. I wonder what they would feel like all over me. Whoah! Where is this coming from? I have never been like this with a guy.
He tilts my head up to meet his eyes, then slides his hand to the side of my face. We just sit here in silence. “You’re scared of me,” he says, more of a statement than a question so I don’t answer. Am I scared of him? I don’t think so because I feel safe when he is here. Why would he think that?
“Why would you say that?” I ask.
“You’re jumpy if I try to touch you, and I didn’t miss your flinch when I spoke to him.”
Maybe I did jump or flinch, but that is just how I am. It has nothing to do with him. I don’t want him thinking that. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to … it’s not you … I’m not scared of you.”
He stares at me with a look of aggravation. I see his jaw tense, and he closes his eyes while taking a deep breath. Is he mad at me? I don’t understand so I just sit quietly. This is not how I envisioned tonight going.
“Don’t say you’re sorry … for anything, Kara. Okay, I believe you, but …” He trails off as he turns in his seat, breaking any contact he has with me and making me instantly sad.
I look at him, and his eyes closed, “We don’t have to go out tonight if you don’t want … rain-check?” I say, trying to sound optimistic. I fail miserably.
He doesn’t say anything. “It will be okay. I’ll go so you can go … cool off,” I say. I reach for my purse and the door handle at the same time. As soon as my hand touches the strap on my purse, he grabs my wrist. I manage not to jump, but I still freeze. I stare at his fingers wrapped completely around my tiny wrist.
“I felt that. Please, don’t go.” His hand comes up to cup my face, making me look into his pleading eyes. “Please forgive me. When he pushed you, I lost it. I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt. That’s why it’s killing me to know that you’re scared of me. I will never hurt you, I can promise you that … physically or any other way. You are special. I would really like for you to accompany me tonight, if you would still like.”
I’m in awe at this man. He is so honest. I could only wish to have said half of that as smoothly as he did. I know he defended me, but he needs to realize that he’s not here all the time so he cannot always save me. Where would he get the idea that I would ever think he would hurt me, and why does it bother him so much? My poor scattered brain is trying to process everything. This is why I haven’t gotten involved with anyone; it’s just too complicated. I just wish I did not have the feeling of wanting to be involved with him. Wait, did I really just say I wanted to be involved with someone? What is happening to me?
He has a smirk on his face now. I pull my eyebrows together. “What?”
He tries to straighten his face. “Nothing. You just looked to be lost in really deep thought.”
“Okay … so why were you laughing at me?” That’s when my stomach decides to growl; how embarrassing. Then I realize that I haven’t really eaten today because I’ve been way too distracted.
He cocks his head to the side and gives me a pointed look. “You’re hungry. We should go so I can feed you,” he says, not waiting for my answer.
“Okay.” He starts the car and backs out, leaving me missing his touch already. I know I should not feel this way, but I decide to put my past and all the thoughts aside, even if it is only for tonight.
I sit here, wringing my hands together in my lap and looking out the window when his hand appears on mine. “Oops,
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