My breath catches at his words, and I am stunned into silence as I try to make sense of it all.
I close my eyes, just trying to think.
His fingers curl around mine, his grip loose. When I don't pull away, he tightens it.
The warmth that spreads from our point of connection has me exhaling forcefully.
"What does that mean, Edward?"
I can't bear to look at him, afraid of what I might see.
Wanting to see truth.
Worried I'll find deception.
Scared to find something close to love.
He steps closer, cupping my face with his hand.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
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Jasper you silly goose, he loves you.
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