Author: Taraum PM
And suddenly, it almost felt as if she could breathe again...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 422 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 08-19-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2711440
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After everything that had happened in her life, why did she have to deal with this? Her heart, for so long hurting and torn between the sweet scenes of the past and the sobering reality of the present, was pounding into her chest with such rapidity that she wondered she wasn't dead. And yet, in so many ways, she was. She hadn't seen him for so long, and her heart had convinced her she was at peace.
And yet, with merely a determined glance and a feather-light kiss, a virtual stranger had managed to upset that. Oh, her mind knew that she was in no danger, but it couldn't convince her heart to believe it. Oh, how she hated surprises. And yet, this man was kind. He was embarrassing himself (and her) in front of everyone, but (to her horror), she didn't care. It was happening again, she knew, and she would not accept it. Pushing him away, she glared. He grinned. She grunted and walked away. He gave it a few seconds, and then he followed.
When she turned around, she could have screamed. Was it not enough that he had made her blush in public? And yet, he was following her! Quickening her pace, she ducked into a coffee shop and decided to wait him out. He followed her in. Frustrated, she ran into the women's bathroom. Surely he would not follow her in there. And yet, when she walked out, he was there. After giving him a withering glare, she turned to walk away. He caught her arm.
"One cup of coffee," he said, not elaborating at all.
"Absolutely not," she hissed.
"Why?" he queried.
"You embarrassed me!" she exclaimed, blushing when an elderly man walked by and smiled knowingly at the two of them.
"You're telling me you didn't enjoy it?" he laughed.
"As a matter of fact, no," she sighed, looking down at the ground. It reminded too much of the first time he had kissed her. It had been a surprise that time, to feel his arms around her, his mouth on hers, the warmth of his skin. Oh…how she hated surprises.
She was shocked when his hand found her chin and lifted her face up. "You've been hurt," he murmured softly.
"I hurt myself," she whispered.
"It won't happen again," he declared, his eyes dark with sincerity. She wanted to trust him, and yet…she knew that she was only now beginning to resurface.