Sunday, March 27, 2011
A little Sunday tease....
“Are you upset with me?” she asked, looking over at me. I shook my head.
“I thought you were upset with me, actually. I didn’t think it, I was convinced. You acted like I was the black plague.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to say.”
“Neither did I. I thought you didn’t want to talk to me.”
“What could I say?” she questioned, looking up at me with her eyes. Those big, bright green eyes that could make me go slack-jawed…what was about her that was suddenly so much more…appealing?
I swallowed, my mouth feeling like sandpaper as I tried to speak.
“I would have taken anything, frankly.”
She sighed, kicking at the ground again with her boot. “Are we fighting?”
I shook my head. “There’s nothing to fight about. Believe me, the last thing I want to do right now is fight with you."
She was silent a moment, brushing a piece of her hair out of her face. Her eyes darted around, taking in our surroundings. I wished for Edward's gift.
“What do you want to do?”
I paused, looking at her closely. I could feel the tug at the base of my spine, urging me forward. Regan stared up at me as she sat, her leg against mine on the picnic table. The late fall breeze blew her hair around her face, sending waves of her alluring cherry almond scent towards me. She blinked, her lashes brushing against her cheeks as she watched me.
“Kiss you again,” I said, my voice firm and confident.