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‘I’ve treated you horribly, Deliah,’ he said, his gaze moving from the sky to meet mine. ‘You can’t believe how sorry I am.’
‘It’s been a two-way feud ,’ I told him. ‘I’m sorry for my part, too. I said some things that you probably didn’t want to hear.’
‘It doesn’t matter. Can you forgive me?’
‘If you forgive me.’
‘I do. And,’ he added, turning to face me, ‘I want to make it up to you. I want to know how to repent all the heartache I’ve caused you, all the tears you’ve shed because of me...everything.’
He was struggling to find the right words. This kind of speech didn’t come naturally to him; he was selfish by nature. Though he cared deeply about the people he chose to befriend, he would rarely admit if he was wrong or if he had made a mistake. To say something like this took a lot of effort.
‘Anny –’
‘Tell me what I need to do.’
I stared up into his cobalt blue eyes, felt the grip of his hand. I could smell the wood-fire-smoke scent that had soaked into his clothes. It reminded me of all the nights we’d camped together, all the times I looked at him and wished that he would just...
‘Kiss me,’ I suggested quietly.
For a second he didn’t move. His eyes searched my face to make sure that I was being serious. Of course I was! How could he ever think otherwise?
His arm slipped around my shoulders and his fingers combed through my hair, cupping the back of my head. He opened his mouth as if he were about to say something. I interrupted – I wouldn’t give him the chance to rethink. I stood on tiptoe to press my lips against his.
I’d wanted to kiss Ananias for so long. Now that it was happening, everything suddenly seemed so simple...like I’d been over-thinking everything, like I'd spent too many nights worrying over whether or not this would ever happen. I quickly grew accustomed to the way he held me, the way I fit in his arms, the way his lips felt.
For a moment, he seemed a little stunned. However, it wasn’t long before I felt him responding, and the rest of the world was suddenly shut out. I'd been kissed before, of course, but it had never been like this. It felt as if all the fantasizing and wishing and hoping had led up to this little moment, and yet it was still more perfect than I could have imagined.
His lips eventually closed on mine and I opened my eyes. My heart was trying to find a steady beat to stay on. He gave a little smile. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked.
‘Of course I'm sure.’
Silence fell between us for a moment. Then he tapped the tip of my nose. ‘God, you have weird taste in partners,’ he sighed.
^^ This is in book two, so I wrote it a while ago. I meant to post it for critique, but never got around to it. This woman's been desperately trying to talk him into a relationship for years, so this is a pretty huge occasion for her. What do you think?
‘It’s been a two-way feud ,’ I told him. ‘I’m sorry for my part, too. I said some things that you probably didn’t want to hear.’
‘It doesn’t matter. Can you forgive me?’
‘If you forgive me.’
‘I do. And,’ he added, turning to face me, ‘I want to make it up to you. I want to know how to repent all the heartache I’ve caused you, all the tears you’ve shed because of me...everything.’
He was struggling to find the right words. This kind of speech didn’t come naturally to him; he was selfish by nature. Though he cared deeply about the people he chose to befriend, he would rarely admit if he was wrong or if he had made a mistake. To say something like this took a lot of effort.
‘Anny –’
‘Tell me what I need to do.’
I stared up into his cobalt blue eyes, felt the grip of his hand. I could smell the wood-fire-smoke scent that had soaked into his clothes. It reminded me of all the nights we’d camped together, all the times I looked at him and wished that he would just...
‘Kiss me,’ I suggested quietly.
For a second he didn’t move. His eyes searched my face to make sure that I was being serious. Of course I was! How could he ever think otherwise?
His arm slipped around my shoulders and his fingers combed through my hair, cupping the back of my head. He opened his mouth as if he were about to say something. I interrupted – I wouldn’t give him the chance to rethink. I stood on tiptoe to press my lips against his.
I’d wanted to kiss Ananias for so long. Now that it was happening, everything suddenly seemed so simple...like I’d been over-thinking everything, like I'd spent too many nights worrying over whether or not this would ever happen. I quickly grew accustomed to the way he held me, the way I fit in his arms, the way his lips felt.
For a moment, he seemed a little stunned. However, it wasn’t long before I felt him responding, and the rest of the world was suddenly shut out. I'd been kissed before, of course, but it had never been like this. It felt as if all the fantasizing and wishing and hoping had led up to this little moment, and yet it was still more perfect than I could have imagined.
His lips eventually closed on mine and I opened my eyes. My heart was trying to find a steady beat to stay on. He gave a little smile. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked.
‘Of course I'm sure.’
Silence fell between us for a moment. Then he tapped the tip of my nose. ‘God, you have weird taste in partners,’ he sighed.
^^ This is in book two, so I wrote it a while ago. I meant to post it for critique, but never got around to it. This woman's been desperately trying to talk him into a relationship for years, so this is a pretty huge occasion for her. What do you think?