| She's being quiet again. It's hard to tell whether or not her being quiet is a good or bad thing. All I know is I want to pull her close and hold her, kissing all her troubles away. That seems to create more trouble though. I wish I knew what she was thinking sometimes, maybe then I could calm her fears. Oh, how I want to hold her, feel her lips upon mine, run my hands through her hair and over her face. To feel her breath upon my neck, smell her scent, feel her touch. If I pull her close though, she might get upset. He's watching me again. I hope my being quiet isn't bothering him. It probably is. It almost always does. I wish he would hold me close. He sits there, watching me, unaware that with each passing moment my thoughts turn...I wish I knew what he was thinking sometimes. Then again, maybe I don't. Why won't he pull me toward him. I wish he would. Then maybe he'd kiss me and then run his hands through my hair. Just a touch, a word, a gesture, something to show he cares about me. Then again, if he does do something, does it mean he cares about me or does it mean he wants to have me and be done with it. I really hope it's the first. Oh, the hell with it! I must hold her. Just hold her... -He pulls her to him breathing in the smell of her hair. The way her body feels under his touch. Her hair, that she just recently let down, soft as it passes by his fingers. He bends down, kissing her as she turns to look up at him. As their lips meet his hand passes over her lower back and he feels her shake gently from the shock and then he pulls her closer. Finally! It feels so good to be in his arms, for him to hold me. I wish there was some way I could express my feelings, my love... -She turns to look at him, to speak a word and then shivers as his lips meet hers gently and his hand, just as gently, brushes her lower back. Oh how I wish I could stay like this forever...in his arms with his soft kisses and touches. -He pulls her closer, letting his hand run up and down her back, getting lost in her hair while his mind slips into a state of bliss. -She starts to pull away, having had enough attention for now, and not wanting to get carried away by her emotions. No, don't pull away! I finally get a chance to hold her and she pulls away! Why? -He pulls her closer, not letting her go as she struggles against him. Why won't he let me go? Oh please let me go! He's scaring me again! -She continues to struggle and finally breaks free. Dang! I've upset her again! How? I didn't do anything! I've got to get a hold of myself. He didn't do anything wrong really. Maybe he just wanted to hold me a second longer...then again maybe it was for another reason... -She turns to go sit down, trying to get herself to stop panicking. She's panicking about something. I should not have held her so close for so long. -He grabs her around the waist, stopping her and then turns her around. "What's wrong?" Why is he grabbing me? (sigh) He's probably just worried. Dang! Why can't I chill? -She lets him turn her around. But avoids his eyes. "Nothing." She's avoiding my eyes. Why won't she tell me what's wrong? "Are you sure?" He doesn't believe me...as always... "Ya." -He let go of her "You just seem to have something on your mind." "I do, but I don't want to talk about it." "Why?" -She shrugged "I don't know." (sighs) |
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