“Ask me something?” Trina wrapped her arms tighter around
her. What could Mick want now? Her mind
went off in different directions. Her
heart skipped a beat as he moved closer.
“Yes,” he said, stopping a foot away. “Better to ask than
assume, don’t you think?”
Mick’s smile reached inside her into a place she hadn’t
planned. A place where warmth sparkled
more than she dared hope for. Hope
sprang up, bubbling forth. Most males
didn’t ask they assumed, demanded, and took.
Those who tried mimicking their alpha role models sucked at it. Horribly sucked at any sense of decorum and
what leadership was about. Trina inhaled
slowly, and let go a deep sigh. She
couldn’t let fear rule all of her judgments and decisions, could she?
“Okay,” Trina replied, unfolding her arms. She shook her hands and laid them in her lap.
“You sure?” Mick reached for her hand closest to him.
Trina looked down, back up at Mick. She lifted her hand and held out to him, palm
up. “Yes, I am.”
Mick took a hold of Trina’s hand and stood. He stepped down on to the bleacher seat below
him. He turned so he faced her and
kneeled. He waited until her gaze met
his, the he spoke. “Will you run beneath the full moon with me? Dance under the starts with me? Allow me to
show you a different side of life?”
Trina pulled back, her eyes going wide. He didn’t let go of her hand. He held on firm. He leaned forward, nodding. “A life that allows joy, happiness, and
understanding of who you are.”
Trina licked her lips.
He wanted to lean closer still. Close enough to press his lips to
hers. Hold her to him and calm the fears
he smelled and sensed. Would she accept
the gift he offered?
2 comments:
Mmmm ... sexy with a cliffhanger. That's right, dole it out slow. Keep us all on the hook. :)
You and Rebecca are going to kill us, y'know.
With anticipation, I mean. I need to remember to be clearer because nobody can hear voice tones through the internet.
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