One more question, please ?” she batted her eyes enough her head danced around in the rhythm of it.
Oh, she was good. Her little act didn’t fool me. I knew she wasn’t turning the tide on her feelings for me or anything like it. I really needed to get to the meal to avoid all this but here it was. I raised my head up to her, “and I’m the sly one, you say.”
“Why am I really here?”
I will lose her. Any question but that. “You are under my protection.”
“From who?”
“From anyone who would harm you.”
“Does that include you?”
She had serious gumption. “I would never hurt you.”
I believe you. She raised the ring to make it obvious she was telling me more than just the three words. She pointed out in her own thoughts that I could hear so clear and crisp that my eyes were closed and she was angry she couldn't read my thoughts. I opened my mind to her sending my heart a jolt of once again hope. And I can't read your thoughts with that ring. Equally as maddening.
She snorted.
Your thoughts are all I think about Kissa.
Her eyes danced with something new, but not unseen. She had felt something before now but allowed herself this one small loophole of admittance. She didn’t blink for ten very long seconds. I counted.
She asked, Why are you doing this?
How do you not see?
She analyzed my every move it seemed. She confessed, I wish I could read you, but I can’t. By the gods, I wish I could.
Why do you want to read me? I was almost on the edge of my seat waiting for the crossover I needed. To hear the wall crack and open up for me.
She squirmed on her feet again , I have no idea!
I do or hoped, but I will not say it to myself again. Dinner it is.
Chapter Ten
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Pizza, her favorite. She scooted her chair around like she was going to leave me so I accidentally went into demanding mode as I am who I am. My hand flattened out in front of her calling her to a halt.
“Hold on. I have something.” I stood and zipped behind her back knowing Claire had helped me plan this. Claire ’s winning smile told me she was as much into this as I was. She giggled sometimes when I mentioned all the things I needed for Anastacia's arrival. I think she had my best interest at heart, but also a certain cupid’s arrow handy at a moment’s notice.
... trust him but I don’t know why.
“Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear...Happy Birthday to you,” I reminded myself how much of a freaking dork I was being. For her.
I slid the made-for-one sized cake in front of her and kneeled down. With yellow icing to match her hair and a single candle in my own hope to have her join me as one, it was the perfection of lop-sided and obviously home-made. “Not what I would expect from your kitchen.”
“I made it.” By her look, I might not should have admitted it.
“You made this, for me?”
I wish she hadn’t looked so shocked. I felt damn stupid now. I smiled anyway goofy and stupid like for her. “Make a wish.”
She pouted, “Only if you do too.”
“Why?” That surprised the hell out of me.
“I don’t know. You just should.”
She watched me even after I closed my eyes. I knew because she leaned in close enough I could feel her breath on me. Her scent alone was heaven. “I can feel your breath on me.”
She shot a little a bullet in the air. I was too close to him... repulsed by me.
“Just the opposite. I am mesmerized by everything you do.” My emotions didn ’t lie either, nor did hers. She thought I was repulsed and here I thought she felt the same.
Can he feel mine?
Her emotions, she meant. Her pinked cheeks told me the compliments were getting easier but not fully welcomed yet.
I nodded so slow I felt my head would explode with the possibilities. She knew what I meant. Where was the ring?
When she leaned over on her own volition and
Oh, she was good. Her little act didn’t fool me. I knew she wasn’t turning the tide on her feelings for me or anything like it. I really needed to get to the meal to avoid all this but here it was. I raised my head up to her, “and I’m the sly one, you say.”
“Why am I really here?”
I will lose her. Any question but that. “You are under my protection.”
“From who?”
“From anyone who would harm you.”
“Does that include you?”
She had serious gumption. “I would never hurt you.”
I believe you. She raised the ring to make it obvious she was telling me more than just the three words. She pointed out in her own thoughts that I could hear so clear and crisp that my eyes were closed and she was angry she couldn't read my thoughts. I opened my mind to her sending my heart a jolt of once again hope. And I can't read your thoughts with that ring. Equally as maddening.
She snorted.
Your thoughts are all I think about Kissa.
Her eyes danced with something new, but not unseen. She had felt something before now but allowed herself this one small loophole of admittance. She didn’t blink for ten very long seconds. I counted.
She asked, Why are you doing this?
How do you not see?
She analyzed my every move it seemed. She confessed, I wish I could read you, but I can’t. By the gods, I wish I could.
Why do you want to read me? I was almost on the edge of my seat waiting for the crossover I needed. To hear the wall crack and open up for me.
She squirmed on her feet again , I have no idea!
I do or hoped, but I will not say it to myself again. Dinner it is.
Chapter Ten
[
Pizza, her favorite. She scooted her chair around like she was going to leave me so I accidentally went into demanding mode as I am who I am. My hand flattened out in front of her calling her to a halt.
“Hold on. I have something.” I stood and zipped behind her back knowing Claire had helped me plan this. Claire ’s winning smile told me she was as much into this as I was. She giggled sometimes when I mentioned all the things I needed for Anastacia's arrival. I think she had my best interest at heart, but also a certain cupid’s arrow handy at a moment’s notice.
... trust him but I don’t know why.
“Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear...Happy Birthday to you,” I reminded myself how much of a freaking dork I was being. For her.
I slid the made-for-one sized cake in front of her and kneeled down. With yellow icing to match her hair and a single candle in my own hope to have her join me as one, it was the perfection of lop-sided and obviously home-made. “Not what I would expect from your kitchen.”
“I made it.” By her look, I might not should have admitted it.
“You made this, for me?”
I wish she hadn’t looked so shocked. I felt damn stupid now. I smiled anyway goofy and stupid like for her. “Make a wish.”
She pouted, “Only if you do too.”
“Why?” That surprised the hell out of me.
“I don’t know. You just should.”
She watched me even after I closed my eyes. I knew because she leaned in close enough I could feel her breath on me. Her scent alone was heaven. “I can feel your breath on me.”
She shot a little a bullet in the air. I was too close to him... repulsed by me.
“Just the opposite. I am mesmerized by everything you do.” My emotions didn ’t lie either, nor did hers. She thought I was repulsed and here I thought she felt the same.
Can he feel mine?
Her emotions, she meant. Her pinked cheeks told me the compliments were getting easier but not fully welcomed yet.
I nodded so slow I felt my head would explode with the possibilities. She knew what I meant. Where was the ring?
When she leaned over on her own volition and
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